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In a case when truth is stranger than fiction...

Ishcabittle

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There is an ice cream truck parked outside my house right now with no one in it, locked, engine running.

That's the end of the story, at least until the cops come.

Here's what I witnessed:

Ice cream truck pulls up into the dead center of a four way stop and sits there. Two kids run up and buy ice cream... and a cop car comes down the one way stop, and as it can get around the bloody great ice cream truck, it pops it's lights, and a blonde, female cop hops out in a hurry.

She's around the truck in a flash, stops the driver from jumping out, and points to the windshield dash.

"It that crack!?" she screamed.

Driver shrugs, she drags him out, throws him forcibly into the back seat of the cop car (PMS, obviously) and storms around the ice cream truck, looking really pissed off. Satisfied, she closed the door, got back in her car, and screamed off.

Now the question that's on my mind is, "Should I go and get some free ice cream?"
 
If this was the Simpsons, Chief Wiggum would have eaten all the ice cream. However, the Simpsons is a CHILDISH CARTOON which does not refeclt your gritty real life.
 
OMG NOW THE COPS ARE BACK

The cops and the neighbors are all laughing it up... no, now it's serious.

The cops have the driver in the back seat, and it seems two of the neighbors know him and will drive the truck away.

Off go the cops, driver's friends start the van, close the door...

And they're off...

I'm just now noticing that the hubcaps are silver because they are painted that way with spraypaint...

As they drive away, that damn song starts playing, echoing through the neighborhood...
 
I mean c'mon. Crack? I have no idea why you couldn't just sell that in your front lawn.

Incidentally, my next door neighbor, lovely lady, was the one who pulled the crack-cream-truck driver over when he decided to stop in the middle of the street.
 
Why don't I live in a Cheech and Chong movie anymore?

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