BORIStheCrusher;1405045 wrote:When I was 16 I was driving home from somewhere (baseball practice?) and I got stopped by a train right by my house. I was just watching the train not really paying attention and guess my foot let up on the brake a bit and I inched forward and tapped the car in front of me. The road was on an incline and my foot was still on the brake so I was going so slow I didn't even know my car was moving. Got out and apologized to the lady, checked our cars and not a scratch on either. She laughed it off and said no problem but exchanged insurance info anyway. A few weeks later my mom asked me if I was in an accident and I told her what happened. The lady filed a claim and was suing me for injuries and my insurance company had settled with her for $5000.

My wife is in a similar situation right now, except it's for $25K. Sucks.

BORIStheCrusher;1405045 wrote:When I was 16 I was driving home from somewhere (baseball practice?) and I got stopped by a train right by my house. I was just watching the train not really paying attention and guess my foot let up on the brake a bit and I inched forward and tapped the car in front of me. The road was on an incline and my foot was still on the brake so I was going so slow I didn't even know my car was moving. Got out and apologized to the lady, checked our cars and not a scratch on either. She laughed it off and said no problem but exchanged insurance info anyway. A few weeks later my mom asked me if I was in an accident and I told her what happened. The lady filed a claim and was suing me for injuries and my insurance company had settled with her for $5000.

O-Trap;1405079 wrote:My wife is in a similar situation right now, except it's for $25K. Sucks.

Stupid. Fucking. People.

ernest_t_bass;1405103 wrote:Stupid. Fucking. People.

The worst part is, they're our former neighbors.

I'm contemplating a ritual killing over the whole thing.

O-Trap;1405079 wrote:My wife is in a similar situation right now, except it's for $25K. Sucks.

My wife was in a postion like that. She was the one who got hit though.
IShe had like $1000 in a dr bills for it from whatever (she did complain of a sore neck/back for awhile) of which I didnt even know she went to go see, and she had went to an attorney and was awarded 3-4K in a settlement......of which I knew nothing about but only found out when I was taking out the trash one day a few months later because it was overflowing as she couldnt find time in her day between the sleeping in, facebooking and messing on the net, and going out to eat and she couldnt find time to take the trash out herself.
but anyways....that is going into the memory bank.....

When I was a teen, I needed a place to stay for the night. Some dumb family took me in. When they were sleeping, I took all oil from the pantry, dipped my finger in it and put cross-shaped oil marks over doorways and over people's faces in photographs. Then I covered the floors, electrical outlets, and furniture with the oil. After that, I soaked shredded pieces of paper towel in the oil and tried to light it on the stove , because it was dark and I needed a light. It didn't work he, so I just left burnt shredded pieces of paper towel on the stove top. I got the hell out of there before they woke up.

This happened in the 80’s. I had a black 79 Camaro. Going home from work, I drove through this small town. One day I stopped at the convenience store and got something to drink. I notice this guy in an old green Chrysler pulls out behind me and follows me real close. Just before I get to the edge of town he passes me and stops sideways in front of me so I can’t get past. This big guy in an old Army jacket with wild eyes gets out and walks toward me. He opens my car door, grabs my shirt and pulls me out of the car. He pushes me to the sidewalk calling me all kind of names and kept saying “I’m gonna make it so you have to squat to pee”. He’s yelling at people that are coming out of houses, saying “I got him. I got the effing pervert”….All the while I am scared to death and don’t know what is going on. The Police show up and cuff me and put me in the car and my car is towed away. I see the cop talk to these 2 girls that were there…they looked at me and shook their heads. Then he takes me to jail and releases me. Seems a guy in a Camaro just like mine was driving around exposing himself to jr high girls. He even stopped and tried to get a couple girls to get in the car. That was the 2 girls that looked at me. Seems I drove through town at about the same time this guy was and my license plate got reported as being that guy…..Cop told me to find a different way home for awhile until they caught the real guy……

When I was 19, I was home from College for Winter Break and my buddy and I decided to head out to a gentlemens club in the lovely land of Bucyrus Ohio. Anyway before we left we had a couple drinks, nothing to really effect me at all. We were driving out Rt 96 from Shelby if anyone is familiar that road curves all over the place. It was raining out and while driving I reach down to the cd player to turn up the volume and while doing so my friend asks if I plan on turning because we were coming up on a sharp curve, almost a straight 90 degree turn. At that point I knew if I tried to turn that fast(going about 45), I would more than likely flip the car. So I saw a little path through someones yard, so I drove through this persons yard and run over a small pine tree and find an alley towards the side of their house. I go down the alley about a mile, get out to look at my car. No damage at all. I was driving my first car, a tank 88 Ford Thunderbird V8. So we go to the strip club. While getting out, my friend notices my front licenses plate is missing. So we go into the club for a few hours and on the way home, we stop to look around the yard for my license plate, couldnt find it.

Fast Forward three days and my mom gets a call from the Sherrifs office and they say they found the license plate stuck in the tree that I ran over and I have to go to the station to speak with an deputy. So on the way, my dad makes me stop by the peoples house and apologize and offer to buy them a new tree, they say no, that it happens a lot and insurance will cover it. I also notice if I had driven two feet to the right, I would have ended up in a giant pond. I finally get to the station and the officer tells me that he could get me for a multitude of things but that his lunch break starts in 5 minutes and he doesn't want to fill out any paperwork so I just get a ticket for failure to control.

Wally;1405129 wrote:This happened in the 80’s. I had a black 79 Camaro. Going home from work, I drove through this small town. One day I stopped at the convenience store and got something to drink. I notice this guy in an old green Chrysler pulls out behind me and follows me real close. Just before I get to the edge of town he passes me and stops sideways in front of me so I can’t get past. This big guy in an old Army jacket with wild eyes gets out and walks toward me. He opens my car door, grabs my shirt and pulls me out of the car. He pushes me to the sidewalk calling me all kind of names and kept saying “I’m gonna make it so you have to squat to pee”. He’s yelling at people that are coming out of houses, saying “I got him. I got the effing pervert”….All the while I am scared to death and don’t know what is going on. The Police show up and cuff me and put me in the car and my car is towed away. I see the cop talk to these 2 girls that were there…they looked at me and shook their heads. Then he takes me to jail and releases me. Seems a guy in a Camaro just like mine was driving around exposing himself to jr high girls. He even stopped and tried to get a couple girls to get in the car. That was the 2 girls that looked at me. Seems I drove through town at about the same time this guy was and my license plate got reported as being that guy…..Cop told me to find a different way home for awhile until they caught the real guy……

That freaking sucks

Wally;1405129 wrote:This happened in the 80’s. I had a black 79 Camaro. Going home from work, I drove through this small town. One day I stopped at the convenience store and got something to drink. I notice this guy in an old green Chrysler pulls out behind me and follows me real close. Just before I get to the edge of town he passes me and stops sideways in front of me so I can’t get past. This big guy in an old Army jacket with wild eyes gets out and walks toward me. He opens my car door, grabs my shirt and pulls me out of the car. He pushes me to the sidewalk calling me all kind of names and kept saying “I’m gonna make it so you have to squat to pee”. He’s yelling at people that are coming out of houses, saying “I got him. I got the effing pervert”….All the while I am scared to death and don’t know what is going on. The Police show up and cuff me and put me in the car and my car is towed away. I see the cop talk to these 2 girls that were there…they looked at me and shook their heads. Then he takes me to jail and releases me. Seems a guy in a Camaro just like mine was driving around exposing himself to jr high girls. He even stopped and tried to get a couple girls to get in the car. That was the 2 girls that looked at me. Seems I drove through town at about the same time this guy was and my license plate got reported as being that guy…..Cop told me to find a different way home for awhile until they caught the real guy……

Lock the door?

hasbeen;1405242 wrote:Lock the door?

or run the fucker over. Sorry, im not just stopping if some dude does this.

So, a friend and I were driving down south. We stop into this small town convenience store and buy some snacks. Next thing you know, we are getting pulled over and getting arrested. They said we killed the clerk at the store (we didn't). I had a cousin that was a lawyer (I thought), and he came down from New York to defend us. He and the judge didn't see eye to eye, and I thought we were done for. Well, with the help of his fiancé, they end up proving that it couldn't have been us, and they eventually figured out is was other guys in a car very similar to ours. Needless to say, that's the craziest situation I have ever been a part of.

4 years ago at Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Three of us are watching a parade on Saturday night, we've each had around 6 beers each and are starting to feel good. We get to talking to a group of people beside us, and they are drinking something called Four Loko. According to them it's the greatest drink ever, so the three of us quickly head to the closest convenience store and each of us buy two of them. After finishing the first Four Loko, we are feeling fantastic, drunk and with tons of energy, always a good combo. I crack open my second Four Loko and blackout ensues...

The next thing I remember is three hours later, I'm standing in line at a police station trying to figure out what I need to do to get my friend out of jail, I have a badly sprained ankle and a bag of weed in my pocket. To this day I have no idea what I did to my ankle, or where the weed came from. I figure out from a very angry cop where I need to go to bail my friend out (apparently this was my third visit to the station, asking the same questions). I head to an ATM to get cash, open my wallet and find out that my Debit card is not there. So I limp back to our hotel, our other friend is in the room, passed out with an open bottle of Abita beer in each hand and the remainder of the 6-pack on his chest. He also blacked out during the 2nd four loko and doesn't remember anything about buying beer, weed, or why our other friend is in jail. He then realizes that he no longer has his I-Phone, though he has the vague memory of trading it away for something. We finally bail out our friend at 5 AM, find out he was arrested for peeing in the street, all charges are dropped the next day in exchange for the bail, and none of us ever drank another Four Loko since then...

My girlfriend at the time (now wife) still has a voicemail that I left her sometime during the time between the arrest and the end of my blackout. In a very slurred voice "Hey Babe! We're in Jail! (giggles) Come bail us out. I don't know Google it" unfortunately the voicemail doesn't help explain the sprained ankle, missing debit card, 6 pack of abita, bag of weed or missing IPhone.

brutus161;1405292 wrote:So, a friend and I were driving down south. We stop into this small town convenience store and buy some snacks. Next thing you know, we are getting pulled over and getting arrested. They said we killed the clerk at the store (we didn't). I had a cousin that was a lawyer (I thought), and he came down from New York to defend us. He and the judge didn't see eye to eye, and I thought we were done for. Well, with the help of his fiancé, they end up proving that it couldn't have been us, and they eventually figured out is was other guys in a car very similar to ours. Needless to say, that's the craziest situation I have ever been a part of.

Was your lawyers name Vinny?

Craziest cop story I have is after freshman year in college a buddy from home and I are trying to go to one of our HS friend's party. I didn't have a GPA or a cell phone so we agreed to meet at W117 park near Lakewood, where he moved to, and he would take us to his house from there.

Friend and I pull into the park's parking lot and wait for our friend to walk over. Sitting there probably 3 min when lights flash up behind my car. Then about 2 more cop cars. Next thing I know Buddy and I are out of the car, with the cops emptying our pockets and searching my car (had nothing, not even alcohol). They throw us in teh back of the cruiser, and call a tow truck to take my car to the impound lot. Buddy and I spend the next 23.5 hours in jail, no phone call, no charges, no one tells us why we're even there. After 23.5 hours they let us out (830 at night the next day) and I have to call my mom and explain everything to her and to come pick us up (she thought we were dead).

Didn't get to meet up with friend and check out his party, car was towed (had to pay $170 to get it out of the lot as well, plus asshole tow truck stole about $20 in quarters I had in the middle compartment) and wasn't charged with anything. All and all a shitty night, where's ender when I need him?

SportsAndLady;1405306 wrote:Was your lawyers name Vinny?

You know him?

Commander of Awesome;1405308 wrote:Craziest cop story I have is after freshman year in college a buddy from home and I are trying to go to one of our HS friend's party. I didn't have a GPA or a cell phone so we agreed to meet at W117 park near Lakewood, where he moved to, and he would take us to his house from there.

Friend and I pull into the park's parking lot and wait for our friend to walk over. Sitting there probably 3 min when lights flash up behind my car. Then about 2 more cop cars. Next thing I know Buddy and I are out of the car, with the cops emptying our pockets and searching my car (had nothing, not even alcohol). They throw us in teh back of the cruiser, and call a tow truck to take my car to the impound lot. Buddy and I spend the next 23.5 hours in jail, no phone call, no charges, no one tells us why we're even there. After 23.5 hours they let us out (830 at night the next day) and I have to call my mom and explain everything to her and to come pick us up (she thought we were dead).

Didn't get to meet up with friend and check out his party, car was towed (had to pay $170 to get it out of the lot as well, plus **** tow truck stole about $20 in quarters I had in the middle compartment) and wasn't charged with anything. All and all a ****ty night, where's ender when I need him?

I would of sued the shit out of them lol

Commander of Awesome;1405308 wrote:Craziest cop story I have is after freshman year in college a buddy from home and I are trying to go to one of our HS friend's party. I didn't have a GPA or a cell phone so we agreed to meet at W117 park near Lakewood, where he moved to, and he would take us to his house from there.

Friend and I pull into the park's parking lot and wait for our friend to walk over. Sitting there probably 3 min when lights flash up behind my car. Then about 2 more cop cars. Next thing I know Buddy and I are out of the car, with the cops emptying our pockets and searching my car (had nothing, not even alcohol). They throw us in teh back of the cruiser, and call a tow truck to take my car to the impound lot. Buddy and I spend the next 23.5 hours in jail, no phone call, no charges, no one tells us why we're even there. After 23.5 hours they let us out (830 at night the next day) and I have to call my mom and explain everything to her and to come pick us up (she thought we were dead).

Didn't get to meet up with friend and check out his party, car was towed (had to pay $170 to get it out of the lot as well, plus asshole tow truck stole about $20 in quarters I had in the middle compartment) and wasn't charged with anything. All and all a shitty night, where's ender when I need him?

Damn, that is fucked. What was the reasoning for taking you in?

Crimson streak;1405315 wrote:I would of sued the shit out of them lol

Or at the very least said fuck you about paying for the tow.

Commander of Awesome;1405308 wrote:I didn't have a GPA

Fuck grades!

Crimson streak;1405315 wrote:I would of sued the shit out of them lol

Rotinaj;1405319 wrote:Or at the very least said fuck you about paying for the tow.

One of these.

O-Trap;1405079 wrote:My wife is in a similar situation right now, except it's for $25K. Sucks.

My insurance settled for $1000 for back injuries, and because of that my rates went up. Otherwise they wouldn't have because it was just an $800 repair for a bumper cover when I backed into this Asian bitch at about 2 mph. My rates didn't go up unless a claim payout was $1800 or greater, per our policy. A week afterwards, I videotaped the bitch at a football game jumping up and down, cheering, running up and down steps, clearly nothing wrong. I had a solid 5 minutes worth of shit. Took it to my insurance company, and they wouldn't do a damn thing about it. Whats done is done they said. I was pissed.

A few years ago (2009 maybe?) a few friends and I decided the best thing to do one week was to drive to NYC to see the Yankees play before they tore down old Yankee Stadium. I got the bright idea to bring two ounces of weed, because what's a road trip without dope? We smoked all the way there and rolled up as soon as we got into town. We're going down the road minding our own business, when I throw out a roach. Bad idea. Within 30 seconds we were being pulled over for "speeding". The cop asks my buddy, who was driving, if there was anything in the car that shouldn't be, and he said no. He asks him again and my friend freaks out. He literally looked away from the cop and just starred at me, total Super Troopers moment. The 2nd NYC cop comes to my side and opens my door. He says "this car smells like weed, you been smoking weed".. and of course I lied and said NO SIR!. They interrogated us for about 10 minutes, then literally just laughed and said have a good day. Needless to say, we lit up as soon as they pulled away. We ran into the same two cops about a mile down the road and I actually rolled down the window and asked them for directions. They fucked with us, but those were without a doubt the two coolest cops in New York.

LOL 2 ounces?!

Cops don't give a shit about herb here. People fire walking right down the street. No one cares, it's insane.

Automatik;1405346 wrote:LOL 2 ounces?!

Cops don't give a **** about herb here. People fire walking right down the street. No one cares, it's insane.

He probably saw they were out of towners and had to fuck with them. All the nypd I met were cool as hell.

Automatik;1405346 wrote:LOL 2 ounces?!

Cops don't give a shit about herb here. People fire walking right down the street. No one cares, it's insane.

We didn't want to run out haha. I can say that I've smoked in the old Yankee Stadium.