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Re: Hey, man, let's just be real
[quote name="Zsenitan"][quote name="Creexuls, a monster >:3"][quote name="Ice Cream Jonsey"]I mean, really, any story that may have escaped about Cassandra would have easily been trumped by women we have all loved and held dear[/quote] Actually in sasy's case that wouldn't be true. If anyone can come up with any story of someone they personally know that would trump a sasy story, I will send you a million dollars in real life <b>and I'm being totally serious and not kidding</b>.[/quote] Ah jeez Creex I have a million of these all by myself. Here's a good one: I crashed my mom's car two weeks after it had gotten out of the shop from the last time I crashed it. At the time I was driving over and over again past the house of the guy I was stalking and I plowed into the back of a truck on a wet road. I was arrested (outstanding speeding ticket) and dragged, totally hysterical, to the cop shop, where I was fingerprinted, thoroughly frisked, and thrown into a cell across from a guy who was waiting for his transfer vehicle. He was waiting to go from one maxi-max to another one. His prison onesie was hanging loosely off of him in wide swatches - torn off his shoulders and abdomen, the legs shredded, who knows why. My father was going to let me sit and stew in jail for a while (my parents are vengeful animals) so after I had sobbed for about an hour straight, the prisoner started talking to me. "Hey, uh, calm down. It'll be okay." Sob sob sob sniffle. "What?" "I said - it's gonna be okay. You'll be okay. Hey, don't cry." Sniffle sniffle stare. "Where do you go to school?" He totally starts asking me about school, what I'm studying, do I have any friends (this wasn't a mean question, but a factual one and totally accurate {I didn't}), what are my hobbies, do I know any jokes. Really nice small talk to calm a hysterical person down with. With the supreme self-absorbation of a suburban teenager, I never bothered to ask anything about him. I don't know his name or what he was in jail for or anything. After we had told each other a couple of jokes, he said "hey, wanna see my tattoos?" "Um, sure." So he starts pulling away shreds of uniform to show me the tats on his arms and lower legs. Scrupulously avoiding anything gross! There were lots of devils and flames and a lot of writing I couldn't read from my distance. No swasties or nuffin, least not that he showed me. Suddenly a lady cop opened some weird little wooden window onto the room and exclaimed: "he's showing her his tattoos!!" Three cops rushed into the holding area and, with one blocking the prisoner's view of me, they moved me into a separate cell with a solid door. I started sobbing all over again. My father finally showed up three hours after that. "So," he said, first thing. "I understand you are running the prison gang now." He didn't say anything about the car, he just drove me home and told me to clean up the kitchen and start cooking dinner. "After a traumatic situation, the best thing is to do normal chores." My father actually talks like that, and that's actually what he said, very calm, like a man who has waited his whole life for just such a situation to arise. I don't remember what I made for dinner. It transpired that mom's car stood in police impoundment for a month. Even though we had told the cops where to take the car, they took it there and the shop guys refused to accept it because they didn't believe that it could possibly be the car they thought it was (i.e. the one they had just finished fixing two weeks ago.) It wound up going to court since we refused to pay the impound fees and the cops refused to drop them and the shop refused to step up. The whole thing was actually my fault as I told my parents I had called the shop to arrange stuff, but in fact I never had. I didn't tell anyone that, though. Anyway, whenever people get too law-and-ordery I get ticked about it still, because that prisoner was nice to me even though he was plainly crazy and probably murdered and raped tons of people or whatever. Prisoners don't stop being people just because they're horrible. ^_^ {--- LIBERAL[/quote]