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I sure hope the camera was rollin'. Barney is sure gonna need those pics... For his photo album.

 

Nothing to worry about. Obama is going too give everybody a 2nd chance...LOL !!

 

Yep Pjw044 the WWF should take notes. Knife thinks that Barney is in deep, Rik hopes that the camera was rolling and Creek believes in second chances. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

I tapped on the dispatch window and could hear several voices coming from the back. Yep, I assumed that half the midnight shift was on break and not up on current events. The Sgt finally waddled over and pressed the inner com button.

He pointed, " You need to sit back down and don't be banging on the glass. Where's Officer Skinny at ? He was suppose to finish booking you in and take you to your cell. "

I cheesed, " Well uh, you see uh, he... uh, kind of, well... He's indisposed right now and well, uh.... "

The Sgt looked puzzled, " What do you mean, he's indisposed ? Where is he and what's he doing ? "

I glanced down, " Uh, he's alright and just taking a nap. Oh I guess, that you can't see him from behind that window. What happened was this ! You see, he got all lathered up and tried to ...."

So, as I explained and tried to put the best light on things. You know, it's hard to break bad news to folks, when their not expecting it. Yep, The Sgt turned pale and began shouting on his hand held, something about signal 63, Officer down, all hands on deck and a blue light special. Anyway, I sashayed over and took a seat. You know, back on the bench and tried to look nonviolent. Yep I figured, if they saw me sitting there, all calm and collected. Well, they'd tend to, what's his name and not get all bent out of shape. Yep, I was just sitting there, when the door cracked open and the canister of teargas rolled in. It bounced off one wall and rolled over next to Skinny Cop's face. Yeah, he was still out of it and never moved a muscle. The canister began spewing it's toxic fumes, as the lobby filled with smoke. I quickly removed my windbreaker and covered my face. You know, to filter out the gases and try not breathe them in. Yep it was like, someone had set off fifty cans of bug fuming spray. You know, the ones that you set off and then leave. Yep, when you come back, there's usually a bunch of dead roaches. Anyway, it got so foggy in there, that I couldn't see a thang. Now, I could hear the nightsticks being swung, men cussing and someone moaning in pain. Anyway, the smoke began to clear, as my eyes tried to focus. Yep, they were all watery and stung something awful. Well, a couple of the burly gas masked Cops had Skinny all cuffed up and were dragging him by his heels. You know, each one had an ankle and they were headed towards the back. Now, I really didn't want to say anything, but I figured they'd catch on soon enough. Of course, I still had my windbreaker wrapped around my head and kind of looked like the elephant man. Yep, I spoke through my sleeve and tried to sound polite.

I sounded distant, " Say, fellas ! I'm over here and that's Officer Skinny that you got ! He should be alright, if Ya'll didn't hurt him too bad ! "

So, the real butt kicking began. Nope, not Officer Skinny's butt, but yours truly. I mean you'd of thought, since I had been cooperative and tried to... Well you know, what I mean ! I got maced in the face, night sticked, kicked, beaten on, poked at and hog tied. I was barely conscious, when they tossed me in the isolation cell, like a bag of garbage. The cold concrete floor felt good against my face, which still burned, as blood oozed from my mouth and nose. The handcuffs, behind my back prevented me from checking, what I already knew. Yep at least two, or maybe more ribs were broken and that wasn't all. Yep, I couldn't see and my eyes wouldn't focus. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

Albert's glasses sure would be the deal right about now.........

 

Dang -it looking more like Barney will be rolled out in a wheel chair if things don't change for him. I guess it's a good thing he's a little boozed up so he can't feel the pain... or he's not rolled out on a gurney.

 

Creekrd suggest Albert glasses and Rikdev50 thinks a wheelchair might be in order. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

The freezing water hit me with such force that it scooted me across the cell floor. I was still in a fetal position and my hands were still cuffed behind my back. The Hose Holder was a young cop and sure enjoyed seeing my pain. He dropped the fire hose and unlocked the cell door. They lifted me up, by my elbows and led me down hallway. The Sgt placed a blanket around my shoulders and a towel over my head. Yep, I looked like a prize fighter being helped from the ring. We entered the court room and stood before the bench. No ! Not the bench that I'd sat on ! The one, where the judge sits. Of course, the judge wasn't there, so we had a minute to kill.

The Sgt briefed me, " Here, I'll wipe some that off, but leave that towel there and don't move around. "

My voice cracked, " Move around ! Are you nuts ? I can't even stand up ! Why do you have this towel on my head ? "

The Sgt warned me, " Just keep your mouth shut and don't cause anymore trouble. Do you understand me ? "

So, before I could answer him, the Judge made her appearance. She was in her mid 30's, not too bad looking and wearing a black robe. She sat high on the bench and looked down at me.

She gaveled, " This court is in session ! Is this the defendant ? "

The Sgt bellowed, " It is, your honor and I apologize for his appearance. He's not been very cooperative and we had to hose him down. "

She understood, " That's alright Sgt ! Now Mr Goose, is it ? I'm Justice Mildew and you need to pay attention ! You have the right to remain silent and not make any statements. Anything you say, can be used in evidence against you. You have the right to speak with an attorney and if you can't afford one, the court will appoint one, at no cost to you. You have the right to an examining trial and to call witnesses to test to lie on your behalf. Do you understand your rights ?

The towel nodded, " I do ! "

Judge Mildew shuffled some papers, " Your charged with boating while intoxicated, a class B Miss Doe Mean Her. I see here that the State has additional charges pending. Is that right Sgt ? "

The Sgt nodded, " Our detectives are at the hospital and interviewing Officer Skinny. Most likely, charges of assaulting a Peace Officer and resisting arrest will be added ! "

Judge Mildew yanked out a hankie, " Officer Skinny ! That poor young man is one of our finest officers ! Oh, my goodness ! I'll send flowers and a get well card. This is terrible ! Has his wife been notified ? "

The Sgt spoke softly, " She has been your honor and several of our officers are holding a prayer vigil there at the hospital. He's doing better and the last I heard, he's been upgraded to fair condition. He was listed in critical condition last night and it was touch and go there for awhile. "

Judge Mildew clasped her palms, " Dear Lord, protect and defend Officer Skinny and may your will be done. He's been a fateful servant and a defender of those, who can't protect themselves. Bless him and with your healing hands, mend the inflictions cast on him, by this evil doer ! Lord we ask this, in Jesus name, your only be gotten son, who died on the cross and washed away our sins. Smite this SOB, before me and cast him into depths of hell, for yours is the light, the glory and eternal salvation. Bless The Sgt and all of our brave Officers, who have to deal with scumbags, dirt balls and vicious animals like this one. Give me the strength not to shed his blood and allow your will to be done. In Jesus name, AMEN ! I set bail at $5,000,000,000 dollars and get that SOB out of my sight, before I wring his neck, with my bare hands ! "

So, The Sgt whisked me away, back to the isolation cell. Yep, that went well and it could of been worst ! You know, at least all she did was to set my bail. Yep, I'd sure hate to see her sentence me. Anyway, The Sgt did remove my cuffs and I was able to sit up. Nope ! The isolation cell didn't have anywhere to sit, lay down or even take a dump. Nope, just a cement floor, with a drain in the center. No toilet, no bunk and not even a phone. What a deal, as Life Goes On.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.

 

Enclosed, you will find a cashier's check in the amount of $5 billion for your bail. The least I can do for a dear old friend.

 

look a gain that was $5 billion

 

Oh dear Poor Barney in the dung again ........ Wrong place right time , and the Officer Skinney what about him...... hummmmmmmm dont look for ONCE again for Barney now does it ....... well Happy New Year folks! Lets hope all is good in the New Year.......

 

Yep Snazzers, I posted one hell of a story tonight and it was a real hum dinger. Full of you knows, what a deal and such. Anyway, when I hit submit, it all went South and disappeared. Oh well, such is life. Anyway, let's have a Big Snazzy Welcome for Nathan, our newest Snazzer and one who knows his numbers. Of course, Creekrd knows that money means nothing in Snazzy Land, compared to friendship and loyalty... cough, cough. I see that Knife Edge wished us a Happy New Year, so I'll do the same. Happy New Year and Snazzy points, all around. What a deal, as Life Goes Wrong.

Nightie night Snazzers, your Snazzy1.