The LawDog Files (Rated 'R' for content)

LawDog · October 9, 2003, 09:25 PM

Big Mama had four girls, and of the four, Opal was the most like her mama, both in temperament and physically speaking. In other words, one of Opal would have easily made two of me, and I'm not exactly petite.

Anyhoo, where was I? Oh, yes. Opal was as mean as her mama and younger and fitter to boot.

And there I was, taking a leisurely patrol through the Bad Section of Town, when I notice what appears to be a nekkid man laying flat on his back in the middle of the dirt road, with Opal (fully clothed, thank You, God) sitting square upon his stomach, facing towards his feet. This in and of itself was enough to warrant further investigation, but the prostrate man was beating upon Opal's broad back with his fists and screaming at the top of his lungs.

Kissing the thoughts of a tranquil evening goodbye, I checked my pepperspray, stepped out of the cruiser, and eased up on the couple.

"Desmond," I greeted the gentleman, "Opal. What's on y'alls minds?"

"Go 'way, Mister Dawg,"said Opal, without turning around, "This don't concern the law none."

"Oh, Sweet Jesus," yelped Desmond, "Mister Dawg, you got to do something!"

Well, hell.

"Opal," I start to say as I ease around to where I can see her hands, "We need to talk...Holy Mary." The anguish in Desmonds voice was quite understandable once I got far enough around the two to notice that Opal had Desmonds schnitzle in both ham-sized fists, and was apparently trying to rip the old boy out by the roots.

I'm here to tell you folks, walking up on that sort of thing without advance warning can make a feller get kind of wobble-legged around the knees.

"Opal," I yipped, "You turn loose of that! Now!"

"No, Mister Dawg," said Opal, defiantly, "I feed him, I pay his bills, I keep gas in his car and clothes on his back. This belongs to me. He owes me."

You know, there are certain things the Academy just doesn't prepare you for.

"Opal, you turn loose of Desmond. Let him go to his mama's house, then you come over to the car and you talk to me."

"Okay, Mister Dawg. I don't care where Desmond goes."

Good, I think, wondering just where the heck I put the extra-large handcuffs.

"Desmond can go anywhere he feels the need. But this stays with me." So saying, Opal made motions somewhat reminiscent of opening a particularly stubborn ketchup bottle. Desmond's screams took on the tone and quality of a World War 2 air raid siren.

"Opal," I interjected sternly, "Turn loose of Desmond and let's talk about this."

"No!"

Well, so much for negotiation. I unlimbered my can of pepper spray...and considered what a stiff dose of OC would do to Desmond's...anatomy. Okay, maybe not my best idea.

Out came the expandable baton. Oh, hell, what was I going to do, rap her knuckles? Damn.

Once more into the breach ... I took a deep, steadying breath, eased up on Opal, threw one arm around her fire-hydrant-sized neck, and promptly rammed the thumb on the other hand deep into the angle between her jaw and ear.

I'm here to tell you, folks, things went rodeo from there. Opal screamed, she sun-fished, she kicked, she twisted, matter-of-fact, the only thing she didn't do was let go of Desmonds' wedding tackle, even with me snarling, "Turn loose and I'll stop hurting you" into her ear and firmly twisting my thumb to sort of emphasize my point.

Opal apparently forgot to attend the Pain Compliance Class where the smary little instructor confidently tells you that this technique will cause anybody to stop what they're doing and follow instructions, 'cause near as I could tell, not only did she not turn loose, she actually tightened down a good deal.

Leastways, that was the impression I got from Desmond.

Okay. Plan B. To hell with SOPs. I slid my arm across, snuggled in a good rear armbar choke, and hauled back for all I was worth.

*sigh*

Folks, now is the time to discuss "Leverage, and It's Place in Law Enforcement''. Specifically, exactly how much leverage is available to a deputy sheriff wearing leather-soled ropers, standing on pecan-sized gravel, such gravel cunningly laid over a hard-packed caliche clay road.

Choke...sliiiiide...swear...
Sliidddeee...choke...swear...
Swear...slide...swearswearswear...choke...swear...

Somewhere in the middle of this, the Sheriff's cruiser pulled to a stop behind us, and out stepped himself.

"Boy, what the hell are you doing?"

"I am," I panted with great dignity, "Trying to resolve a property dispute."

"I swear," he muttered, stepping around us, "Kids these days...WHOA."

Long pause, while the Sheriff pinched the bridge of his nose and practiced breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth.

"Opal."

"Mister Randy?"

"Turn loose of Desmond."

"I done told Mister Dawg, this ain't no concern of the law."

"I'm not going to argue with you, Opal. Drop that and get over here."

"Now, Mister Randy, that ain't fair" Opal's lip started trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes, "I feed him. I keep gas in his car. I give him a place to sleep at night. I want what's mine, and I'm keeping it. What he does is no concern of mine, but I'm keeping this."

The Sheriff heaved the mighty sigh of a man who is unfairly beset by the evils of the world, wandered over to the bar-ditch and started kicking through the assorted stumps, branches and planks, while Opal glowered, Desmond wheezed, and I leaned against Opal's broad back and contemplated mutiny.

Apropos of nothing, the Sheriff announced: "I hate tarantulas. Matter-of-fact, the only thing -- ah-hah! -- that I hate worse than a tarantula, is one of those damned scorpions." On went his leather gloves, he swooped down and came back up with something cupped gingerly in his hands.

The Sheriff wandered over to out little tableau.

"I mean, sure when you get bit by one of them big hairy bastards, you fall down and froth at the mouth for a while, but for sheer screaming agony, a scorpion sting will do it every time."

No, I thought, Oh, hell no.

"Opal," said the Sheriff, gently, as he stopped next to me, "I'm not going to tell you again. You turn loose of Desmond, and you do it now."

"Now, Mister Randy..."

The Sheriff reached out, hooked the collar of Opal's muu-muu and promptly, and with every apparent indication of glee, dropped one of those big, blue, spiky, Texas corn-field locusts down the back of Opal's neck.

Folks, if I'm lying, I'm dying: not only did Opal detach herself from Desmond's anatomy, she levitated six entire feet into the air, one arm going around the equator, and one taking the cross-Polar route, hit the ground (rating a 4 on the Richter Scale), and took off down the street like a berserk Cape Buffalo, screaming for Big Mama every foot of the way.

The Sheriff dusted off his hands, fixed me with a gimlet eye, and huffed: "What did I tell you about working smarter; not harder?"

*sigh*

LawDog

jsalcedo · October 9, 2003, 09:32 PM

Holy cow.

I guess Desmond won't need those enlargement pills after all.

Ladybug · October 9, 2003, 09:33 PM

That is one of the funniest things I have ever read in my life. There are tears streaming down my face, and you Mister Dawg, are my hero!!

JeanC · October 9, 2003, 09:34 PM

Oh Goddess......remind me not to read any LawDog files while at work, I'm getting strange looks from my coworkers who are wondering why I am choking and making funny noises as I am trying to not hit the floor laughing.

Oh jeeze, my sides hurt hehehehehehehehehehe

Moparmike · October 9, 2003, 09:37 PM

Hhhaahahaahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaahahahhahahah!!!!!!!!!!! ROFLMFAO!

Great story. Everytime I think about becoming a deputy, something odd happens that I dont want to anymore.

Ditto JeanC!

teppo-shu · October 9, 2003, 09:41 PM

CLASSIC!!!!

Unisaw · October 9, 2003, 09:46 PM

Thanks, Mister Dawg! I needed that.

Quartus · October 9, 2003, 09:52 PM

'Bout time you got back to work, 'Dog.

jrhead75 · October 9, 2003, 09:52 PM

ROFLMFAO!!! If that ain't one of the best things I've ever read on the internet!!!

If you're ever tired of the agency you work for, let me know and I'll raise hell trying to get you hired here!

Sean Smith · October 9, 2003, 09:54 PM

That is both the best and the worst story I have ever heard.

P95Carry · October 9, 2003, 10:01 PM

Lawdawg ... thank you Sir (mopping sprayed Pepsi off keyboard!) ....... well up to your usual inimitable standard .. loved it!

Quite the raconteur .. and that Sir has been added to my already 50k text file of your tales I archived from TFL .....

The Silver Bullet 1719 · October 9, 2003, 10:02 PM

LOL, that was one of the funniest things I have heard all week!

Ed Brunner · October 9, 2003, 10:03 PM

I'e said it before, there is a great book in there somewhere.

DMK · October 9, 2003, 10:04 PM

Quote:

The Sheriff dusted off his hands, fixed me with a gimlet eye, and huffed: "What did I tell you about working smarter; not harder?"

*sigh*

I love a story with a good moral at the end!

BigG · October 9, 2003, 10:04 PM

Mr. Dawg, you have lived up to your finest traditions. The Sheriff warn't bad neither.

10-Ring · October 9, 2003, 10:07 PM

Good story!! Reminded of that story a few years ago of deputies trying to break up a party of drunk samoans (1/2 of whom were pro wrestlers)...

Chipperman · October 9, 2003, 10:08 PM

OMG, I can't breathe....

That is one of the funniest stories I have ever read!

DorGunR · October 9, 2003, 10:08 PM

LawDog
Thanks for another very funny post..........I was keeping a LawDog file of all your yarns.......and I had quite a collection.......these was on my puter at work and I lost the file when I retired two years ago..........How about reaching back in your files and posting some (All) of the other stories that you posted in the past over at TFL. Thank again.....I got another keeper.

BowStreetRunner · October 9, 2003, 10:09 PM

11 on a funny scale of 1 to 10

RWK · October 9, 2003, 10:15 PM

I truly L-O-V-E Law Dog stories. I have complimented them many times before (on TFL) and, like Ed Brunner, I really believe there is a book in the “Law Dog Collection".

Thanks so much.

P95Carry · October 9, 2003, 10:16 PM

Guys - this is far from I am sure a definitive collection but .. if it'll attach OK and you can accept a humble text file ........ here is what I have archived so far ... including today's.

It's about 58k I think.

cordex · October 9, 2003, 10:17 PM

Very funny.
DorGunR,
http://www.equalccw.com/
Scroll down.

Carlos · October 9, 2003, 10:20 PM

Great story.

Schuey2002 · October 9, 2003, 10:36 PM

OMG, that was one of the most hilarious things that I have ever read!

cookhj · October 9, 2003, 10:40 PM

just goes to show you that there's never an "average" day in the life of a cop.

great story.

October 9, 2003, 09:25 PM	#1
LawDog Moderator Emeritus cum Laude Join Date: December 20, 2002 Posts: 2,104	The LawDog Files (Rated 'R' for content) Big Mama had four girls, and of the four, Opal was the most like her mama, both in temperament and physically speaking. In other words, one of Opal would have easily made two of me, and I'm not exactly petite. Anyhoo, where was I? Oh, yes. Opal was as mean as her mama and younger and fitter to boot. And there I was, taking a leisurely patrol through the Bad Section of Town, when I notice what appears to be a nekkid man laying flat on his back in the middle of the dirt road, with Opal (fully clothed, thank You, God) sitting square upon his stomach, facing towards his feet. This in and of itself was enough to warrant further investigation, but the prostrate man was beating upon Opal's broad back with his fists and screaming at the top of his lungs. Kissing the thoughts of a tranquil evening goodbye, I checked my pepperspray, stepped out of the cruiser, and eased up on the couple. "Desmond," I greeted the gentleman, "Opal. What's on y'alls minds?" "Go 'way, Mister Dawg,"said Opal, without turning around, "This don't concern the law none." "Oh, Sweet Jesus," yelped Desmond, "Mister Dawg, you got to do something!" Well, hell. "Opal," I start to say as I ease around to where I can see her hands, "We need to talk...Holy Mary." The anguish in Desmonds voice was quite understandable once I got far enough around the two to notice that Opal had Desmonds schnitzle in both ham-sized fists, and was apparently trying to rip the old boy out by the roots. I'm here to tell you folks, walking up on that sort of thing without advance warning can make a feller get kind of wobble-legged around the knees. "Opal," I yipped, "You turn loose of that! Now!" "No, Mister Dawg," said Opal, defiantly, "I feed him, I pay his bills, I keep gas in his car and clothes on his back. This belongs to me. He owes me." You know, there are certain things the Academy just doesn't prepare you for. "Opal, you turn loose of Desmond. Let him go to his mama's house, then you come over to the car and you talk to me." "Okay, Mister Dawg. I don't care where Desmond goes." Good, I think, wondering just where the heck I put the extra-large handcuffs. "Desmond can go anywhere he feels the need. But this stays with me." So saying, Opal made motions somewhat reminiscent of opening a particularly stubborn ketchup bottle. Desmond's screams took on the tone and quality of a World War 2 air raid siren. "Opal," I interjected sternly, "Turn loose of Desmond and let's talk about this." "No!" Well, so much for negotiation. I unlimbered my can of pepper spray...and considered what a stiff dose of OC would do to Desmond's...anatomy. Okay, maybe not my best idea. Out came the expandable baton. Oh, hell, what was I going to do, rap her knuckles? Damn. Once more into the breach ... I took a deep, steadying breath, eased up on Opal, threw one arm around her fire-hydrant-sized neck, and promptly rammed the thumb on the other hand deep into the angle between her jaw and ear. I'm here to tell you, folks, things went rodeo from there. Opal screamed, she sun-fished, she kicked, she twisted, matter-of-fact, the only thing she didn't do was let go of Desmonds' wedding tackle, even with me snarling, "Turn loose and I'll stop hurting you" into her ear and firmly twisting my thumb to sort of emphasize my point. Opal apparently forgot to attend the Pain Compliance Class where the smary little instructor confidently tells you that this technique will cause anybody to stop what they're doing and follow instructions, 'cause near as I could tell, not only did she not turn loose, she actually tightened down a good deal. Leastways, that was the impression I got from Desmond. Okay. Plan B. To hell with SOPs. I slid my arm across, snuggled in a good rear armbar choke, and hauled back for all I was worth. sigh Folks, now is the time to discuss "Leverage, and It's Place in Law Enforcement''. Specifically, exactly how much leverage is available to a deputy sheriff wearing leather-soled ropers, standing on pecan-sized gravel, such gravel cunningly laid over a hard-packed caliche clay road. Choke...sliiiiide...swear... Sliidddeee...choke...swear... Swear...slide...swearswearswear...choke...swear... Somewhere in the middle of this, the Sheriff's cruiser pulled to a stop behind us, and out stepped himself. "Boy, what the hell are you doing?" "I am," I panted with great dignity, "Trying to resolve a property dispute." "I swear," he muttered, stepping around us, "Kids these days...WHOA." Long pause, while the Sheriff pinched the bridge of his nose and practiced breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. "Opal." "Mister Randy?" "Turn loose of Desmond." "I done told Mister Dawg, this ain't no concern of the law." "I'm not going to argue with you, Opal. Drop that and get over here." "Now, Mister Randy, that ain't fair" Opal's lip started trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes, "I feed him. I keep gas in his car. I give him a place to sleep at night. I want what's mine, and I'm keeping it. What he does is no concern of mine, but I'm keeping this." The Sheriff heaved the mighty sigh of a man who is unfairly beset by the evils of the world, wandered over to the bar-ditch and started kicking through the assorted stumps, branches and planks, while Opal glowered, Desmond wheezed, and I leaned against Opal's broad back and contemplated mutiny. Apropos of nothing, the Sheriff announced: "I hate tarantulas. Matter-of-fact, the only thing -- ah-hah! -- that I hate worse than a tarantula, is one of those damned scorpions." On went his leather gloves, he swooped down and came back up with something cupped gingerly in his hands. The Sheriff wandered over to out little tableau. "I mean, sure when you get bit by one of them big hairy bastards, you fall down and froth at the mouth for a while, but for sheer screaming agony, a scorpion sting will do it every time." No, I thought, Oh, hell no. "Opal," said the Sheriff, gently, as he stopped next to me, "I'm not going to tell you again. You turn loose of Desmond, and you do it now." "Now, Mister Randy..." The Sheriff reached out, hooked the collar of Opal's muu-muu and promptly, and with every apparent indication of glee, dropped one of those big, blue, spiky, Texas corn-field locusts down the back of Opal's neck. Folks, if I'm lying, I'm dying: not only did Opal detach herself from Desmond's anatomy, she levitated six entire feet into the air, one arm going around the equator, and one taking the cross-Polar route, hit the ground (rating a 4 on the Richter Scale), and took off down the street like a berserk Cape Buffalo, screaming for Big Mama every foot of the way. The Sheriff dusted off his hands, fixed me with a gimlet eye, and huffed: "What did I tell you about working smarter; not harder?" sigh LawDog __________________ "The Father wove the skein of your life a long time ago. Go and hide in a hole if you wish, but you won't live one instant longer." --The 13th Warrior Bona na Croin The LawDog Files

October 9, 2003, 09:32 PM	#2
jsalcedo Member Join Date: December 31, 2002 Posts: 3,687	Holy cow. I guess Desmond won't need those enlargement pills after all. __________________ *Government is not the solution to our problem. Government is the problem.* RONALD REAGAN, First Inaugural Address, January 20, 1981

October 9, 2003, 09:33 PM	#3
Ladybug Member Join Date: March 24, 2003 Posts: 180	That is one of the funniest things I have ever read in my life. There are tears streaming down my face, and you Mister Dawg, are my hero!! __________________ We have four boxes used to guarantee our liberty: The soap box, the ballot box, the jury box and the cartridge box

October 9, 2003, 09:34 PM	#4
JeanC Member Join Date: December 27, 2002 Location: North Idaho Posts: 87	Oh Goddess......remind me not to read any LawDog files while at work, I'm getting strange looks from my coworkers who are wondering why I am choking and making funny noises as I am trying to not hit the floor laughing. Oh jeeze, my sides hurt hehehehehehehehehehe __________________ JeanC "I declare to you that woman must not depend upon the protection of man, but must be taught to protect herself, and there I take my stand." --Susan B Anthony JeanC's Cat House and Shooting Society

October 9, 2003, 09:37 PM	#5
Moparmike Member Join Date: June 8, 2003 Location: Oddly enough, a downwardly-plunging firey handbasket... Posts: 3,604	OMG! Hhhaahahaahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahaahahahahahahahahaahahahhahahah!!!!!!!!!!! ROFLMFAO! Great story. Everytime I think about becoming a deputy, something odd happens that I dont want to anymore. Ditto JeanC! __________________ ********************************************************** Mike NRA Member \|\| Betsey's Loyal Minion 6 guns and counting. Requisite Quotes **********************************************************

October 9, 2003, 09:41 PM	#6
teppo-shu Member Join Date: January 6, 2003 Posts: 98	CLASSIC!!!!

October 9, 2003, 09:46 PM	#7
Unisaw Member Join Date: December 28, 2002 Location: Pacific NW Posts: 780	Thanks, Mister Dawg! I needed that. __________________ "For some, the handgun world goes back and forth, and for some it rotates. I wouldn't underestimated either concept in the hands of a skilled and dedicated shooter. --Clint Smith

October 9, 2003, 09:52 PM	#8
Quartus Member Join Date: January 13, 2003 Location: Virginia Posts: 2,178	'Bout time you got back to work, 'Dog. __________________ Gone to TheFiringline.com

October 9, 2003, 09:52 PM	#9
jrhead75 Member Join Date: September 23, 2003 Location: Everett, WA Posts: 298	ROFLMFAO!!! If that ain't one of the best things I've ever read on the internet!!! If you're ever tired of the agency you work for, let me know and I'll raise hell trying to get you hired here! __________________ Semper Fi "The true danger is when liberty is nibbled away, for expedience, and by parts." -Edmund Burke- "The Constitution is a radical document... it is the job of the government to rein in people's rights." -Wm Clinton- "The pink ones keep ya from screamin." -Abe Simpson- Last edited by jrhead75; October 9, 2003 at 10:40 PM.

October 9, 2003, 09:54 PM	#10
Sean Smith Member Join Date: December 28, 2002 Posts: 4,851	That is both the best and the worst story I have ever heard.

October 9, 2003, 10:01 PM	#11
P95Carry Moderator Emeritus Join Date: January 3, 2003 Location: South PA, and a bit West of center! Posts: 16,333	Lawdawg ... thank you Sir (mopping sprayed Pepsi off keyboard!) ....... well up to your usual inimitable standard .. loved it! Quite the raconteur .. and that Sir has been added to my already 50k text file of your tales I archived from TFL ..... __________________ Chris - P95 Guns don't kill people - people kill people. NRA Certified Instructor & NRA Life Member. Rohrbaugh interest/ownership? - Rohrbaugh Forum Rohrbaugh R9 FAQ Site ______________________________

October 9, 2003, 10:02 PM	#12
The Silver Bullet 1719 Member Join Date: December 30, 2002 Location: Asheboro, NC Posts: 581	LOL, that was one of the funniest things I have heard all week! __________________ Buckshot > Birdshot

October 9, 2003, 10:03 PM	#13
Ed Brunner Member Join Date: December 24, 2002 Location: Natchez, MS Posts: 315	I'e said it before, there is a great book in there somewhere. __________________ PROUD TFL ALUMNUS 167 Until it's over, (MAYBE SOON?) Ed

October 9, 2003, 10:04 PM	#15
BigG Member Join Date: December 24, 2002 Location: Dixieland Posts: 6,643	Mr. Dawg, you have lived up to your finest traditions. The Sheriff warn't bad neither. __________________ Hatcher's Notebook Standard Catalog of Smith & Wesson, 3rd Edition African Rifles and Cartridges Sixguns, by Keith M14 Rifle Winchester 1866 -1873 -1876 Rifles The Maxim Gun Wilson - Automatic Pistols Percussion Pistols & Revolvers - MEC Bob Brister - Shotgunning The Black Rifle

October 9, 2003, 10:07 PM	#16
10-Ring Member Join Date: December 24, 2002 Location: California Posts: 12,039	Good story!! Reminded of that story a few years ago of deputies trying to break up a party of drunk samoans (1/2 of whom were pro wrestlers)... __________________ "We will not waver; we will not tire; we will not falter; and we will not fail. Peace and freedom will prevail." President George W. Bush, October 7, 2001

October 9, 2003, 10:08 PM	#17
Chipperman Member Join Date: December 26, 2002 Location: Essex Co, MA Posts: 4,577	OMG, I can't breathe.... That is one of the funniest stories I have ever read! __________________ Eloi-- Tastes Like Chicken

October 9, 2003, 10:08 PM	#18
DorGunR Member Join Date: September 2, 2003 Location: Maryland Posts: 647	LawDog Thanks for another very funny post..........I was keeping a LawDog file of all your yarns.......and I had quite a collection.......these was on my puter at work and I lost the file when I retired two years ago..........How about reaching back in your files and posting some (All) of the other stories that you posted in the past over at TFL. Thank again.....I got another keeper. __________________ Lead, Follow or get the HELL out of the way! U.S. Army 1950-1972 Vietnam 1966/67 1969/70 NRA Life Member

October 9, 2003, 10:09 PM	#19
BowStreetRunner Member Join Date: March 25, 2003 Location: North Florida Posts: 1,186	11 on a funny scale of 1 to 10 __________________ "The Sherife, Bailifes, Constables and other of the King's Officers may arrest and imprison offenders in all cases where a private person may." -Michael Dalton, circa 17th cent. The power of the police comes from the people.....at least, it should. Tutum te Robore Reddam - I will render you safe by my strength St. Jude, "Patron in Cases Despaired of" www.stjudeshrine.org

October 9, 2003, 10:15 PM	#20
RWK Member Join Date: September 11, 2003 Location: Virginia Posts: 475	I truly L-O-V-E Law Dog stories. I have complimented them many times before (on TFL) and, like Ed Brunner, I really believe there is a book in the “Law Dog Collection". Thanks so much. __________________ MOLON LABE: Proud 3000+ TFL and Shootersville Alumnus

October 9, 2003, 10:17 PM	#22
cordex Member Join Date: December 23, 2002 Location: Indiana Posts: 2,719	Very funny. DorGunR, http://www.equalccw.com/ Scroll down. __________________ - Ben News, opinion, pictures and more. "A government is a body of people, usually notably ungoverned." (Shepherd Book, Firefly)

October 9, 2003, 10:20 PM	#23
Carlos Member Join Date: January 10, 2003 Location: Portland, Oregon Posts: 1,198	Great story. __________________ "If we lose the virile, manly qualities, and sink into a nation of mere hucksters, putting gain over national honor, and subordinating everything to mere ease of life, then we shall indeed reach a condition worse than that of the ancient civilizations in the years of their decay." - Theodore Roosevelt

October 9, 2003, 10:36 PM	#24
Schuey2002 Member Join Date: December 24, 2002 Posts: 3,357	OMG, that was one of the most hilarious things that I have ever read!

October 9, 2003, 10:40 PM	#25
cookhj Member Join Date: December 28, 2002 Location: Capitol of the Confederacy, VA Posts: 590	just goes to show you that there's never an "average" day in the life of a cop. great story.

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