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Translation: I love milk
Lou with a Nah.
(Since no one did one for me. *sob*)
Good thing I'm not the Volt Man. I'm just an enigma.buries the Volt man
lie
Lieyour translator is broken
I'm glad you asked Jackie boy.what had happened @Fade ? o:
That sounds pretty rough D:I'm glad you asked Jackie boy.
So it was a sunny, blue-skied day today, as 'twere here in the city of Puente Hills (I live in Rancho Cucamonga, so I was visiting my family for a party). The house that hosted the party has multiple rooms, so I decided to hang-out with my step cousin in his gaming bedroom. The ambience was calm as we talked about Dying Light (it's a PS4 game that involves killing zombies in amazing graphics) when suddenly a bunch of Hispanic looking gangsters bust into the room. There were three of them: two had knives and one had no shirt. They asked my step cousin if he had a change of clothes and preceded to search his closet without my cousin's consent. Meanwhile the other one attempted to barf into the trash can for whatever reason. Suddenly (again), a ton of cops start pouring into the room whilst pointing their guns at us, ordering us to lay on the floor with our hands out. Next, they told us to crawl out of the room, one at a time, to the end of the hall where more cops touched every part of our body. Once at the end of the hallway, they asked us to put our hands on our back (while we were still laying face down on the floor) and placed handcuffs on our wrists. The policeman escorted each of us outside the house one at a time, and when I got outside I saw my family crying (presumably because I was in handcuffs being dragged by an officer and not becuase they thought I was guilty). This officer took me to the police car to feel me out once again and then put me inside the vehicle. At this point, the handcuffs were digging into my wrists as I sat in the car. But then they realized I was innocent (becuase of my family) and let me go.
Plus, the officers constantly barked orders that made me disorientated.
PS: I am NOT a crook.
Okay, sorry for the late reply, I just came back from the party. Apparently, those three Hispanic gangsters were a part of some sort of drug scandal. On the streets, a cop supposedly saw these guys handling the illegal drugs and proceeded to chase them. Once they arrived at the house where the party was being hosted, they went into my step-cousin's room because they knew each other since high school, but haven't talked to one another since (my step-cousin graduated two years ago). These guys didn't know that the cop followed them inside the building and into my step-cousin's room where he and I were innocently discussing video games. Because cops are trained with a certain skill set and methods, they forced all five of us to follow their commands regardless of whether we were guilty or not. Yet, when my family saw me they pleaded for my innocence and the police believed them, hence why I was almost sent to some detainment center (the police went as far as putting me in the car, minutes before they were about to drive away). I'm just happy I'm still alive since those criminal scum were caring knives.That sounds pretty rough D:
Did you ever get to know what really happened? >.>