I got off work at around 10:30 and proceeded to spend some time misbehaving with some of my co-workers. We decided to cause some tomfoolery by hurling dairy products at our foes houses. I drove to Winco and purchased five dozen eggs from a plump old woman by the name of Flo. She asked what I was up to and I replied that I was cooking for my family in the morning. She gave me a horror-struck look and took my money and returned my change, we said our goodbyes and I went back to my car to my awaiting comrades, who were compiling their own “hit lists” amongst each other.

We discussed our targets and made a master list acco

rding to the location of our victims. The farthest point was up on Oasis road so we decided to work our way there, starting on Churn Creek with an ex girlfriend of my pal Buddy. We pulled up outside of the house next door, each grabbed four eggs, and crept up to the driveway. There were three of us and we all fired our ammunition on my count of three and with an orchestra of egg thuds on different parts of the house. We at once turned and sprinted back to the getaway vehicle and in a storm of laughter and shouts sped out of the area.

We arrived at our destination around eleven fifty, and parked and looked at each other in awe. I went to the bathroom and thought about what we should do next. I got back and my friends thought that we all should get home soon. I dropped every one off at their cars and headed down the road towards the freeway, I get on the freeway and start to pick up speed, I get into the fast lane and get going to seventy miles per hour. About a quarter mile down the road I see two police cars with their sirens on racing towards me, one pulled up next to me signaling me over, the other followed closely behind. I pulled over and both cops got out of their cars and ran towards my car with their nine millimeter handguns drawn yelling for me to show them my hands and get out of the car. I got on the ground and was put into handcuffs, and read my rights. I calmly said “little busta can’t even swing a gat, and what the quandary was” and the shor

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