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Alright General Forum, thank you to a discussion on another thread, I was inspired to start this thread.

Give us your best cop story! Either an arrest of your's or one you were directly involved in. Give as many details as you want. I think this my prove to be interesting.

:D

I was busted for a roach once.

Had to do 6 months probation.
Mandatory "drug counseling" for my "roach addiction". :p

Had to do 12 meetings at a religious cult (AA, which I faked).


Neurotic.

err... will rename to protect the... stupid...

A cop's friend who was helping us with a fundraiser shared this story of a mutual sgt.

"after arresting a doped up girl, while he was taking statements from the caller, she managed to slip her arms from her back to her front, slide over the barracaide and drive away in his interceptor."

He still has yet to live that down. :D

My Dad got in a fight with a cop over a woman and decked the cop (while he was off-duty) A few months later my Dad was arrested for- okay, I'm not making this up- a hit man for a drug cartel. It took him a fortune in legal fees to clear things up. They came in his apartment and dragged him out of the shower. LOL My dad is too soft-hearted to hunt.

My best cop story, well you asked for it.

I was 18, buck naked in the back of a Pinto stationwagon with my 17 year old girlfriend parked out in the boonies. We were, uh lets just say we were well past foreplay. Headlights pull in behind us, then the blue and reds come on. I slip my pants on and scramble into the front seat, my girl covers herself with a blanket as best she could. A deputy sheriff walks up shining the requisite fashlight in my eyes and then into the back to take in my half covered girl. He asks for our ID's and lectures us on being out there where it's not safe, my girl by this time has her head buried in her hands and is sobbing. He gives me a hard time on her age but eventually tells me to take her home and he and his partner climb into their cruiser and back out. My girl has been crying the whole time, or so I thought! As soon as the cops pull away she bursts out laughing like hell! She had been faking the waterworks the whole time to get sympathy from the cops and distract them from searching the car (we had a bit of pot on us). We drove off and found a more secluded spot to finish up.

Man I miss that girl.

A cop's friend who was helping us with a fundraiser shared this story of a mutual sgt.

"after arresting a doped up girl, while he

Funnies frim the outstartz!

Okay... since you said I had to post on this thread... ;)

My former band was playing in McAllen, TX. For those who don't know anything about McAllen...the police force is as corrupt, if not more corrupt, than the police force in New Orleans.

Anyway, we were playing a gig in McAllen. Decided to cross the border (into Mexico) and have a few drinks before the gig. While there, we decided to buy bottles of liquor to bring back with us (much cheaper). I ended up bringing back two bottles of mezcal (basically tequila with the worm). Drank most of one bottle before the gig. Got even MORE drunk at the gig. Got back to the hotel room (in the biggest, nicest 4 star hotel in McAllen) and decided to down the rest of the bottle and the whole other bottle. Some friends/fans came back to party with us, so I don't think I drank ALL of it, but from what I hear/remember, I drank most of it. I'm also pretty sure someone gave me some coke, too.

After all that, I proceed to get butt naked and streak through the whole hotel...lobby and parking garage included. Of course, they call the cops. I make it back to my room minutes before the cops show up. The cops were going to let me sleep it off...but being a belligerent drunk, I try to take a swig out of one of the empty bottles. Bingo... I'm in cuffs, motorcycle boots, my shorts on inside out and no shirt.

They throw me in the drunk tank and apparently (I have no memory of this due to the massive alcohol blackout) I started shit with one of the other drunks, so the cops, in order to subdue me, break my fucking foot.

It took 3 days for my family to get me bailed out...so I stayed in the tank with a broken foot for 3 days.

I'm not saying I didn't deserve to go to jail (hell yes I deserved it)...but not getting a broken foot and having to walk around like that.

Also...no wonder that I've been sober for quite some time. :)

Let's see.

When I was a young child (ages 2 to 5), I was extremely accident prone. Falling on fire places and railroad tracks, getting hit in the eye with doorknobs, and having rocks thrown at my head all meant many, many trips to the emergency room. At some point during the repeated hospital visits, the police department of my local town took interest in my parents and my frequent injuries. They opened up an investigation into potential child abuse against my parents. I was too young to remember, but apparently, during one of my "interviews", they asked me how I got my injuries. When they asked about the scar on my forehead, I said, "I fell on the fireplace", and when they asked about the scar under my eyebrow, I said, "My mom hit me with the door." I guess this carried on for several weeks, and while it's amusing to look at now, my parents were extremely worried. Finally, thankfully, the police determined that my parents were not beating me, and the whole case was closed.

A few years ago, when I lived in the dorms at UNH, my friend Jim worked as a delivery boy for Domino's (a job I would eventually have, unfortunately). My friends Dan and Justin decided they were going to go across the street and get some subs for dinner. During their walk over, they saw Jim coming down the road in his Domino's truck. They decided it would be a good idea to run out into the middle of the road in front of him (he wasn't driving so fast as to hit them), and pretend like they'd just been run over. They flopped on his hood and stretched out on the road. Jim thought it was hilarious, but the cops in the nearby cruiser didn't agree. They put on the brights and flew over to the site of the "accident". They took both Dan and Justin to the station and questioned them about what they were doing and so forth, before eventually letting them go when Jim himself went to the station and confirmed that they were, indeed, his friends.

Okay... since you said I had to post on this thread... ;)

My former band was playing in McAllen, TX. For those who don't know anything about McAllen...the police force is as corrupt, if not more corrupt, than the police force in New Orleans.

Anyway, we were playing a gig in McAllen. Decided to cross the border (into Mexico) and have a few drinks before the gig. While there, we decided to buy bottles of liquor to bring back with us (much cheaper). I ended up bringing back two bottles of mezcal (basically tequila with the worm). Drank most of one bottle before the gig. Got even MORE drunk at the gig. Got back to the hotel room (in the biggest, nicest 4 star hotel in McAllen) and decided to down the rest of the bottle and the whole other bottle. Some friends/fans came back to party with us, so I don't think I drank ALL of it, but from what I hear/remember, I drank most of it. I'm also pretty sure someone gave me some coke, too.

After all that, I proceed to get butt naked and streak through the whole hotel...lobby and parking garage included. Of course, they call the cops. I make it back to my room minutes before the cops show up. The cops were going to let me sleep it off...but being a belligerent drunk, I try to take a swig out of one of the empty bottles. Bingo... I'm in cuffs, motorcycle boots, my shorts on inside out and no shirt.

They throw me in the drunk tank and apparently (I have no memory of this due to the massive alcohol blackout) I started shit with one of the other drunks, so the cops, in order to subdue me, break my fucking foot.

It took 3 days for my family to get me bailed out...so I stayed in the tank with a broken foot for 3 days.

I'm not saying I didn't deserve to go to jail (hell yes I deserved it)...but not getting a broken foot and having to walk around like that.

Also...no wonder that I've been sober for quite some time. :)

Pics? :D

Pics? :D
Actually... I have polaroids of my bruised and swolen foot in a box somewhere. (The pix...not my foot. ;))

Also.. there's more to the story.. involving the lighter that the idiot cops left in my pocket, the padding on the walls of the drunk tank and an (eventually dropped) arson charge...but people would probably think I was making it up if I included the rest of the story. It's just too outrageous for belief. :D

I have some good stories, but I will save those ones for later.

This is just me being a dork like usual. I was in Maryland with my friends. Our one friend went to work, so my other friend and I took her car and intended on checking out the area. My friend worked at Walmary, by the way. While in the car, I get this brillant idea to handcuff myself to the hand bar they have by the passenger side of the car. Figures, we do not even get out of the parking lot, and our luck has it that a cop is right there.

He stops us to ask us if everything was alright and if we needed the keys. Not even five minutes on our own and we were already stopped by police.

:D

I'll post my other great accounts later. They are quite interesting, and I think I need to save them for suspense!

Actually... I have polaroids of my bruised and swolen foot in a box somewhere. (The pix...not my foot. ;))

Also.. there's more to the story.. involving the lighter that the idiot cops left in my pocket, the padding on the walls of the drunk tank and an (eventually dropped) arson charge...but people would probably think I was making it up if I included the rest of the story. It's just too outrageous for belief. :D

Oh, I'll believe you. Some of the things I've seen. *whistles* Yeah, drunk people do odd things and some people manage to weasle out of the craziest things.

Oh, I'll believe you. Some of the things I've seen. *whistles* Yeah, drunk people do odd things and some people manage to weasle out of the craziest things.
I have plenty more drunk stories...some of them actually not involving me getting arrested. ;)

I have plenty more drunk stories...some of them actually not involving me getting arrested. ;)

Same here; some good and some horrible.

Speaking of police......

My friends and I so had to run from them tonight!

:D

a few years ago my mum and dad had been out and they were staying at a hotel, they'd just gone up to their room when the police came barging in, 3 of them beat my dad to the ground, he was covered in bruises and they'd broken his ribs, all his clothes were ripped, then they arrested him and took him to the police station without shoes or a jacket on, so obviously my mum was in a state of panic and so grabbed some shoes and a coat for my dad, went and got in the car and drove out of the carpark, the police sat and watched her get into her car knowing full well that she was drunk, they let her start up and start driving just so they could arrest her too, after a couple of hours they had to let my dad go cause it was clear from cctv footage that he hadn't done anything, then instead of driving him home they dropped him off in the town centre, which is a good 20-30minute walk away, still without shoes or a coat and this was like Nov/Dec time

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whoa. dude. brit cops suck.

here's a story my grandpappy told me. he went to school at U of I in Champaign Urbana. at any rate, he was arrested. apperantly, the police don't like it when you run into their cruisers. on a childs tricycle. drunk off your ass. with your equally drunk and frightfully belligerent friend running down the hill after you, shouting things like "pig!" and "police harassment" at them.

so, i guess the moral of the story is: fuck the police!



cops need love too.

when my dad went to london, around the 70's, he was asked by british authorities if was a member of ira, and such, and beat him up somewhat. they let him go when it was clear he wasn't a threat