A few nights ago I was sleeping and woke up to the sounds of "WOOOOOOOOO!!!! WOOOOOOO! WEEEEEEEEEE!!! YEAHHHHHH!" I looked at the clock, which read 12:30, and immediately thought there must be some punk kids outside. So I peeked through the blinds and to my dismay I see a lady pulling up her pants because she has just peed on my lawn. She then proceeded to stumble down the sidewalk in a crooked line back and forth, back and forth. I guess she was having a really fun time all alone with all the gleeful cheers. Then she ate it hard, hit the ground and stopped moving. I thought for a second what do I do? I didn't want to just leave her there in the cold. What if she was mentally ill rather then just drunk? What if she was diabetic and had low blood sugar??? So, I decided to call the police and let them deal with her drunk ass. I dialed and the dispatcher asks, "What is the problem ma'am?" I said, "There is a drunk lady on my front lawn." The dispatcher laughed for a moment, and then asked me where the lady was, and what she looked like, etc. The drunk proceeded to vomit multiple times while I was on the phone and she wasn't very quiet about it. About 30 seconds after I hung up the phone the fuzz arrived. The lady sobered up pretty quickly, got in the car and left with the officer. Good times.
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That is awesome! Sounds like a very exciting adventure-must of made you feel like you were back in La La Land!
Steph, that is hilarious. I was crackin' up. I remember when you were the "punk kid". hehehe Love and Kisses. Miss you
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