I am officially writing this blog on behalf of Brother Jason and myself. This blog will contain graphic language towards the city of Eugene's bastards in blue...Reader discretion is advised.
Not to go into detail about the mishaps of November 4th, 2005, but let's just say that the eugene police department's (That's right, I didn't capitalize, cuz i don't respect dem bitches) ways of getting things taken care of in a state of quality and orderly fashion are freakishly similar to the Mayberry Police Dept. Apparently, they have been busting up too many 420 parties and have acquired a dense layer of bong resin throughout the brain.
I don't wanna point fingers, but a certain officer R. Maloney ID# 237, is the most incompotent prick on the face of the Earth. Jason and I took a little trip down to the police station to retrieve his driver's license after two weeks of confiscation. After setting an appointment up this evening to finally be able to pick up his license, "Cancer Boy" Maloney (Seriously, the dude was that pathetically bald at 27-30 years of age...He looked like he should have been carrying around a feeding tube!) walked out casually and reported to Jason that he had somehow lost it. Jason understandably flipped out, and after doing so, Homo-lonely started blaming it on other people he worked with...Ohhh, very professional way of serving this fine city...Douchebag. So who pays for his incompotance? Jason...He has to get over to the DMV and pay an unnecessary $30+ to get a new ID. What the hell is going on? Last I checked, we were both relatively wealthy white males...Affirmative action is getting outta control. It's either that, or Officer Maloney suffers from SPS (Small Penis Syndrome) and has to take his boyfriend's frustration about the matter out on kids, like Jason.
He's just a little bald dork who will die alone, and who got picked on a lot in high school and probably got beat with a sack of Valencia Oranges by his uncle after being molested, and had no other choice but to join the San Francisco Naval Base until he finally found his identity as being known as "The shy guy that's always willing to give the reach-around". I think everyone who reads this should write a letter to Officer Maloney to remind him of his stoner memory, and his complete and utter incompotence. Remember, our goal will be to make him cry! Disregard for the law and quality in which someone is supposedly serving the community, pisses me off... I hope he ends up in prison for police brutality and is hate-f*cked by a bunch of billy-clubs. Ok, now I think I can sleep....Goodnight, everyone.
Not to go into detail about the mishaps of November 4th, 2005, but let's just say that the eugene police department's (That's right, I didn't capitalize, cuz i don't respect dem bitches) ways of getting things taken care of in a state of quality and orderly fashion are freakishly similar to the Mayberry Police Dept. Apparently, they have been busting up too many 420 parties and have acquired a dense layer of bong resin throughout the brain.
I don't wanna point fingers, but a certain officer R. Maloney ID# 237, is the most incompotent prick on the face of the Earth. Jason and I took a little trip down to the police station to retrieve his driver's license after two weeks of confiscation. After setting an appointment up this evening to finally be able to pick up his license, "Cancer Boy" Maloney (Seriously, the dude was that pathetically bald at 27-30 years of age...He looked like he should have been carrying around a feeding tube!) walked out casually and reported to Jason that he had somehow lost it. Jason understandably flipped out, and after doing so, Homo-lonely started blaming it on other people he worked with...Ohhh, very professional way of serving this fine city...Douchebag. So who pays for his incompotance? Jason...He has to get over to the DMV and pay an unnecessary $30+ to get a new ID. What the hell is going on? Last I checked, we were both relatively wealthy white males...Affirmative action is getting outta control. It's either that, or Officer Maloney suffers from SPS (Small Penis Syndrome) and has to take his boyfriend's frustration about the matter out on kids, like Jason.
He's just a little bald dork who will die alone, and who got picked on a lot in high school and probably got beat with a sack of Valencia Oranges by his uncle after being molested, and had no other choice but to join the San Francisco Naval Base until he finally found his identity as being known as "The shy guy that's always willing to give the reach-around". I think everyone who reads this should write a letter to Officer Maloney to remind him of his stoner memory, and his complete and utter incompotence. Remember, our goal will be to make him cry! Disregard for the law and quality in which someone is supposedly serving the community, pisses me off... I hope he ends up in prison for police brutality and is hate-f*cked by a bunch of billy-clubs. Ok, now I think I can sleep....Goodnight, everyone.
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