STORY TIME

Earlier this afternoon I discussed my hoodlum ways with a friend as we played golf. We both had our laughs, sharing stories of the stupid stuff we used to do. The kind of stuff you can get away with when your in high school because it is simply boys being boys. Anyway, back to the point. I remembered how much fun that stuff was, hucking shit at cars and stupid crap like that. I start thinking "hey, i have some old eggs in my fridge. I should huck em at cars from the balcony." Great idea at the time, well at least the pot made it seem like a great idea.

BAM...got one
Kursplat... got another one

one off throw managed to catch part of the roof of the balcony, i have to throw it at a steep angle because its far. so there is a little egg residue on my balcony, but no shells fragments or anything obvious.

I head back inside when im out of eggs. I start cleaning up, doing the dishes and the laundry.

KNOCK KNOCK. Awwwwwww shit. its the fuzz. I opened the door and say " how can I help you officers?" they tell me somebody has been hucking eggs. I deny it like there is no tomorrow. Then they ask if they can take a look at my balcony for egg bots. I say sure. As i turn around to let the two officers in I see my glorious zong looking all pretty in the middle of my living room floor next to about 6 grams. My heart drops, why I left it out is beyond me. One officer then asks "which is the best way to the balcony?" As i try and divert him through the bedroom he obviously notices the zong/pot. He then say "Man, does everybody in this building smoke pot?" Then he looks at my balcony, sees no eggs bits and leaves.

Before everyone lets me know how stupid I am, I already know. There is no need to elaborate

Drugs are OK, but throwing eggs at cars is bad...M'kay