When I was going to school in Birmingham, AL. By the way, it is true what they say, there aint no ham like Burmin-ham. Some of the best times (and trailer park girls) of my short life...

Any way, long story short I was with some friends driving late through a neighborhood and my drunk swedish buddy in the back seat was like hey go back and let me talk to that girl (there was a girl on the phone in her driveway) So naturally, I went back to let him work his game...And by 'his game' I mean he stumbled up the driveway and mumbled something to her like "are you afraid of me?" which didn't seem like a good pickup line then anymore than now. So we drove away, denied once again, and were ready to get on with our night.

Turns out that girl ran in and told her Daddy (a cop) and he jumped in his huge pickup which was like 2-stories high (way above my dodge omni hatchback!) and chased us through his hood, and stopped us. He was tapping his maglite on my illegal limo tinted windows at my buddy in the back telling him to put his hands up. Well he didn't really know what that meant so he put his hands behind his back and the cop thought he was reaching for something, and (the whole point of this story) the cop says "you better tell him to put his hands where I can see 'em. The Jefferson County Sheriffs Dept is a bunch of good ole boys that'll kick yalls asses!" I thought that was a pretty slick little line there. Must have had practice with that one. I don't really blame him for having his daughter freaked out by some weirdo, I mean my buddy. Man that place was somethin else!

I'm gunna go watcha movie now,
Dave