tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976334216965295921.post4457953723210384536..comments2024-03-14T18:08:58.528-04:00Comments on I aim to misbehave.: Safe betsCaptain Tightpantshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13776345884480352979noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976334216965295921.post-29900471755679614242008-10-15T00:27:00.000-04:002008-10-15T00:27:00.000-04:00Yep, and usually the "friend" who owns the car is ...Yep, and usually the "friend" who owns the car is some guy named "Boo" who lives somewhere in the neighborhood, and of course the driver doesn't know Boo's last name or where he lives...but he's still apparently tight enough with Boo that he has Boo's car.<BR/><BR/>Oh yeah...Boo loans it out to everyone, sort of like a community car. And it was last registered three to four years ago and it's bearing expired or stolen tags or a fake temp tag.<BR/><BR/>I think I know your guy.Murphy's Lawhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17164780742334950772noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7976334216965295921.post-22006628597769939122008-10-08T20:35:00.000-04:002008-10-08T20:35:00.000-04:00Make that my SIL's car and a DoD card instead of d...Make that my SIL's car and a DoD card instead of debit card and you have me.<BR/><BR/>My three year old (two at the time) had "cleaned" my purse. Literally. As in she took the baggie of wipes and washed it. And dumped receipts on the floor of the car. And pretty much had the thing inside out. <BR/><BR/>Thankfully, the officer is also a father and saw her with everything scattered.<BR/><BR/>I found my license two days later. In the pocket of her dress. She called it her "Library Card."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com