Simon: Captain... why did you come back for us? Mal: You're on my crew. Simon: Yeah, but you don't even like me. Why'd you come back? Mal: You're on my crew. Why we still talking about this?

'Safe'


What Happens in Natter 35 Stays in Natter 35  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Scrappy - May 04, 2005 11:34:34 am PDT #1328 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

My family goes to rehab, but never prison. We're model citizens who also happen to be drunks.


§ ita § - May 04, 2005 11:35:45 am PDT #1329 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Oh, we're not model citizens. We're just never found guilty by courts of our peers. Or even caught by the cops, mostly.


Dana - May 04, 2005 11:39:03 am PDT #1330 of 10001
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

God, my family suddenly seems so boring.


Jesse - May 04, 2005 11:40:50 am PDT #1331 of 10001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.

My family has generally stuck to rehab and juvenile deliquency.


msbelle - May 04, 2005 11:45:26 am PDT #1332 of 10001
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb

my family is in TX.


Connie Neil - May 04, 2005 11:46:27 am PDT #1333 of 10001
brillig

I wonder which thread I put the story of Hubby's former boss listening to the police scanner and listening to the sheriff saying, "All units, converge on Denzel's house," Denzel being boss' brother.


Maria - May 04, 2005 11:48:30 am PDT #1334 of 10001
Not so nice is that I'm about to ruin a Friday morning for a bunch of people because of a series of unfortunate events and an upset foreign government. - shrift

connie, I think it was Bitches.


Connie Neil - May 04, 2005 11:49:17 am PDT #1335 of 10001
brillig

Off to search!


Gudanov - May 04, 2005 11:49:52 am PDT #1336 of 10001
Coding and Sleeping

They make Bitch scanners?


Connie Neil - May 04, 2005 11:53:20 am PDT #1337 of 10001
brillig

They make Bitch scanners?

Not only do they make them, I be one.

The following is a true story. Names have not been changed because it's just too weird. Everyone is presumed innocent until proven guilty or too stupid to be allowed out loose.

I've spoken of Denzel before. Not a bright boy, has a prison record but mostly from being clueless rather than mean. He's the one with his name tattooed on his belly so he can ID himself when he's too drunk to remember his name.

In the middle of a bright, sunny Saturday afternoon, he and some of his like minded buddies are having a barbecue in the front yard. Bothering no one, grilling some steaks, drinking some beer. Two cars pull up, and out come several vegans who begin harrassing them for eating meat. Heber is a very small town in the middle of farm and ranch country. The vegans are local boys and are very assertive.

Shouting ensues. One of Denzel's buddies picks up a baseball bat by the thick end and flings it in the vegans' general direction. Vegans grab the bat and some pipe from a plumbing project at the house. One of Denzel's buddies pegs one of the vegans with an unopened beer bottle. Denzel comes out of the house with a .45 automatic pistol in one hand and a shotgun in the other.

The pistol gets knocked out of his hand and is taken by a vegan. Denzel fires the shotgun, missing anything important. The vegan returns fire, with equal "success."

The cops have been called. The neighbor is on the phone with the chief of police giving a play-by-play. Jim, Denzel's brother and Hubby's former boss and the only member of his immediate family never to have been in prison, has a police scanner at his home and is listening to the calls going out about a brawl with gunfire. Local cops, state police, Highway Patrol, and a SWAT team from Salt Lake have been called.

Chief of Police: "Wait, is this one of the Brown homes?" Source: "Yeah!" Chief: "Is this Denzel's house?" Source: ""Yeah!" Chief: "All units, converge on Denzel's house."

No address is given. All the units know where Denzel's house is. I'm assuming they had to tell the out-of-towners. Jim heads over himself.

When the Vegans hear the sirens, they break for their cars and drive off. Some of the units blockade the road, and the vegans U-turn and head the other way. The person who still had the .45 pistol throws it out the window at the cops. As Hubby says, "We're not going to need CSI for this one." The vegans are finally nabbed.

Back at Denzel's house, the riot squad has arrived. Denzel has locked himself in his house. His buddies all have their hands up and are looking resigned. The Chief of Police knocks on the door.

"Denzel, come out of there, and bring the shotgun!" "What shotgun!" "The shotgun that put all these holes in the side of the house and dropped shotgun shells all over the place!" "I want a lawyer before I come out!" "Denzel, your steak's burning and I don't think it's your fault! Get out here!"

Denzel comes out, the vegans are dragged back to the scene. The Chief can tell it wasn't Denzel & Co.'s fault, because most people don't set up the grill and start cooking before starting major fights with people who flee the scene. The city prosecutor, who also has a scanner, heads down to the house, and not long after, the judge shows up too. Everyone was going to end up in front of him anyway, so he might as well go to them. Besides, it would be a shame to burn the steaks. Denzel cooks one up for the judge.