Maybe it was just the weed?

Coming from "The World's Most Interesting Man", I'll take that as a compliment. Gracias, amigo.

5446, great story about the turkeys...had me laughing. And, it fits perfectly with the spirit of the day.

 

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sorry not to good w the puter just copy the link. but it may not be public yet

BTW I left a nice hunk of bud behind a fridge and rented a different house this year. You may want to check behind your fridge this year.

 

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Finally thought of a good one! It was New Year’s Eve about six or seven years ago in Boston. I started out at a friend’s place in JP. Really cute girl and she was throwing a party, so I figured I’d try my chances. Didn’t end up knowing anyone else there so after pounding beers nervously for a few hours I hit up a buddy who lived close by and he invited me to his place. They were dropping so I took my dose around midnight, smoked some herb and played carrom for a while.

Around 3:30 we were really starting to feel it so four or five of us went for a walk to see what was happening in the world outside. It was New Year’s Eve in Allston so obviously it was absolute bedlam. Drunk people yelling at each other, police sirens everywhere, girls crying, etc. We walk down to a busy corner and spot some drunk kids trying to get into a limo. One girl has like thirty helium balloons tied around her wrist and she’s too drunk to realize she can’t get in the limo with the balloons. The driver pulls out his keys and starts to cut the balloons off her wrist one at a time. Spying an opportunity, I casually walk over and hold the balloons for the driver so he can cut them more easily. Mind you, I’m tripping my balls off, so this was a pretty brave move on my part. As soon as he’s done I start to walk back to my friends with the booty, but the drunk boyfriend sees what’s happening and yells at me to give the balloons back. My heart sank. I hand them over, he turns to get into the limo and then realizes he can’t bring them with him either. So the driver takes the balloons and hands them back to me. Hooray!

Those couple of moments were an emotional roller coaster but I stuck it out and got my reward. The walk back to my buddy’s house I was literally the balloon man. Every drunk person we walked by was asking for a balloon. I was feeling very magnanimous at the moment so everyone got balloons (which they immediately huffed). We returned triumphantly and proceeded to suck down the rest of the balloons. This was followed by a viewing of the entire first season of Stargate SG-1.

I headed out around 9 am after zero sleep to catch a train home and what do I see but a B-52 Bomber flying right overhead.

Not as crazy of a story as almost getting locked up in a Mexican prison, but most of my cop-related stories don’t end well.