.....until someone steals your car, or breaks into your house and steals something you've worked hard to buy, and then it's 911 "help me Mr Policeman I need you!!!"
.....until someone steals your car, or breaks into your house and steals something you've worked hard to buy, and then it's 911 "help me Mr Policeman I need you!!!"
Someone steals my car and I find them, they'll be either in the hospital or 6 feet under, same shit with the next two scenarios. Moral of the story, handle shit yourself.
It's the same shit every time
oh just like your raps?
Oh, just like the same insults that everyone else uses? Keep trying fatass.
.....until someone steals your car, or breaks into your house and steals something you've worked hard to buy, and then it's 911 "help me Mr Policeman I need you!!!"
Someone steals my car and I find them, they'll be either in the hospital or 6 feet under, same shit with the next two scenarios. Moral of the story, handle shit yourself.
It's the same shit every time
oh just like your raps?
Oh, just like the same insults that everyone else uses? Keep trying fatass.
So you'd never ever need the Police? You get beaten up.... You get robbed... Family attacked.... Home invasion.... Traffic accident.... Neighbors dispute.... Witness a crime... See someone else in trouble.... Etc etc? Oh that's right you'd beat 'em up! Cool story bro Good luck with that concept
Toles murdered my buddy Lonnie and his father in cold fucking blood.....
Bryan Toles, David Flowers and Casey Young walked past the Franceschi home in Lawton and decided to steal a car. The men were on their way from the Honeymooners Bar to the home of their friend, Herbie Foster, and they were tired of walking. None of them knew how to hot-wire the red Mustang 5.0 in the Franceschi's driveway, so they had to get the keys. Toles rang the doorbell while Young and Flowers hid around the corner and put bandannas over their faces outlaw-style. Young had already loaded a .22 revolver and given it to Toles. Toles pushed his way into the home when 15 year old Lonnie Franceschi opened the door. He pointed the pistol at Lonnie and told him to get down and shut up. Young and Flowers went down the hall toward the bedrooms. Norma Franceschi heard the commotion and met them in the hall. She screamed for her husband and continued toward the front door. Juan Franceschi struggled briefly with Young and Flowers in the hall and joined his wife. Toles, who had been kicking Lonnie, shot Juan Franceschi in the arm. Toles followed Mr. and Mrs. Franceschi as they retreated toward the bedroom. He aimed at Mr. Franceschi's head, but before he could fire, Mrs. Franceschi grabbed his arm. Thinking that Mr. Franceschi could identify him, and that he "might as well go ahead and kill him," Toles aimed at Franceschi's chest and shot. Even though he was shot, Franceschi fought with Toles in the hallway. Toles' pants became soaked with Franseschi's blood during the fight. Mrs. Franceschi escaped to their grown daughter's bedroom, hiding first in the closet, and then in the drawer of a waterbed. She heard someone come into the room and leave. Meanwhile Lonnie Franceschi was still kneeling on the floor near the front door with his hands behind his back. Toles saw Lonnie on his way out of the house and thought, "damn, there's still him left." Realizing Lonnie could identify him, Toles turned, extended his arm so the barrel of the pistol was about six inches from the back of Lonnie's head, and fired. Toles confessed to the murders following his arrest. 16 year old accomplice David Flowers was also convicted on murder charges and sentenced to life in prison.
.....until someone steals your car, or breaks into your house and steals something you've worked hard to buy, and then it's 911 "help me Mr Policeman I need you!!!"
this so much... i respect police and what they do and see them as an important part of our society, but i hate when they get away with doing stupid things
If murder were legal, so many people I know would be dead and I'd carry a strap at all times. Idgaf, doesn't change my opinion on pigs. You wanna keep trying to start with more irrelevant bullshit?
it's always good to have erik around for teh lulz.
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Now you're just reaching hard for insults. I never said it was cool either. Just did it for lulz.
makes me wonder why my friends want to be cops, when so much of this shit goes on.
Oh, just like the same insults that everyone else uses? Keep trying fatass.
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You get beaten up....
You get robbed...
Family attacked....
Home invasion....
Traffic accident....
Neighbors dispute....
Witness a crime...
See someone else in trouble....
Etc etc?
Oh that's right you'd beat 'em up!
Cool story bro
Good luck with that concept
Toles murdered my buddy Lonnie and his father in cold fucking blood.....
Bryan Toles, David Flowers and Casey Young walked past the Franceschi home in Lawton and decided to steal a car. The men were on their way from the Honeymooners Bar to the home of their friend, Herbie Foster, and they were tired of walking. None of them knew how to hot-wire the red Mustang 5.0 in the Franceschi's driveway, so they had to get the keys. Toles rang the doorbell while Young and Flowers hid around the corner and put bandannas over their faces outlaw-style. Young had already loaded a .22 revolver and given it to Toles. Toles pushed his way into the home when 15 year old Lonnie Franceschi opened the door. He pointed the pistol at Lonnie and told him to get down and shut up. Young and Flowers went down the hall toward the bedrooms. Norma Franceschi heard the commotion and met them in the hall. She screamed for her husband and continued toward the front door. Juan Franceschi struggled briefly with Young and Flowers in the hall and joined his wife. Toles, who had been kicking Lonnie, shot Juan Franceschi in the arm. Toles followed Mr. and Mrs. Franceschi as they retreated toward the bedroom. He aimed at Mr. Franceschi's head, but before he could fire, Mrs. Franceschi grabbed his arm. Thinking that Mr. Franceschi could identify him, and that he "might as well go ahead and kill him," Toles aimed at Franceschi's chest and shot. Even though he was shot, Franceschi fought with Toles in the hallway. Toles' pants became soaked with Franseschi's blood during the fight. Mrs. Franceschi escaped to their grown daughter's bedroom, hiding first in the closet, and then in the drawer of a waterbed. She heard someone come into the room and leave. Meanwhile Lonnie Franceschi was still kneeling on the floor near the front door with his hands behind his back. Toles saw Lonnie on his way out of the house and thought, "damn, there's still him left." Realizing Lonnie could identify him, Toles turned, extended his arm so the barrel of the pistol was about six inches from the back of Lonnie's head, and fired. Toles confessed to the murders following his arrest. 16 year old accomplice David Flowers was also convicted on murder charges and sentenced to life in prison.