Wednesday, October 27, 2010

IT'S CALLED A 'COME-ALONG'

What do you most remember your rookie year?:
Kicking a drunk out of the Buttery Diner. 



After the bars closed many partiers headed for the all night diner.  This guy got pissed off about something and decided to attack all the customers with a squirt bottle of catchup. When he ran out of ammo he re-armed himself  with the next best thing. He was holding them all at bay with the mustard bottle when I arrived.

I came up behind him and slipped my night stick between his legs. Grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, pulled back on his collar as I jacked up on his balls. He walked  tippy toed to the cruiser. It's called a come-along,  (Have nuts will follow). 

It's called a 'come-along'

I got a standing ovation from all the customers.

Geez I loved that stick...

He pissed himself on the way to jail and the last thing I heard him hollering as the D.O. stuffed him into the elevator was

 'my mother is going to sue you!!!'