Well, our learless feader came down and rode with me on patrol last night. Upon meeting Diesel I was amazed at how much the little fella looked like his avatar. After the secret squirrel hand shake (he about broke my pinky) we headed off for some dinner. The Mexican's food was good, the Mexican's english was bad. I then showed him our local ghetto and where the last murder took place complete with memorials of empty booze bottles, graffetti, and flowers. After that we headed back to the big metropolis of Badin, NC where I work. We rode around and talked about most everyone on the forum (it was all good). I showed him the local sights, good and bad, as we waited on a call for the police. Well, we waited....and waited.... and waited...and nothing happened. Finally he said "mine's bigger than yours" and I said "I don't think so". He pulled out his Springfield XD .45 and I pulled out my Ruger Redhawk .44 mag. I was right...mine was bigger, but his was nicer.
Just after midnight we got a breaking and entering call. When we got there it was pretty bogus but I took the report anyway. Then we waited some more and nothing more came.
We did have some good conversation and I made a new friend. The big chested critter is a nice guy and very intelligent. We hope to get back together in the Spring when my little town comes alive with tourism. Maybe then I can get him in a shoot out or something.
Thanks for coming down Diesel, I enjoyed it. Look forward to doing it again sometime.
beebopcop
Just after midnight we got a breaking and entering call. When we got there it was pretty bogus but I took the report anyway. Then we waited some more and nothing more came.
We did have some good conversation and I made a new friend. The big chested critter is a nice guy and very intelligent. We hope to get back together in the Spring when my little town comes alive with tourism. Maybe then I can get him in a shoot out or something.
Thanks for coming down Diesel, I enjoyed it. Look forward to doing it again sometime.
beebopcop
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