80's trivia

Well if you remember safe jobs, what was the name of the guy who actually helped the burgler load the safe in his truck before he realized it was from a business that got hit? Back in the 70's. :devil:

Well if you remember safe jobs, what was the name of the guy who actually helped the burgler load the safe in his truck before he realized it was from a business that got hit? Back in the 70's. :devil:

That was just a little before my time and I worked there for a while and I never heard that story. If you were there for that story then you must be long since retired. Considering the posts I have been reading this is going to be an unpopular statement but I was there when Magill was a patrolman and he wasnt all that bad. I remember he was a hands on kinda guy, he wasnt afraid to mix it up with the bad guys.

Heres a little nugget alot of you weren't there for-
YahooNewsArchive: Man Shot By Cops Gets Cash Award - (HALLANDALE) -- A Davie man is 350-thousand dollars richer today after being shot in the buttocks by a Hallandale police officer. A federal jury in Fort Lauderdale has awarded the money to 38-year-old Darnell Mitchell for the 1996 accidental shooting. The jury found officer Marsha Gail Roaden was negligent for failing to holster her gun before trying to handcuff Mitchell. This is the second time in as many days that a federal jury in Broward County has found police at fault for their arrest procedures. Two officers and the city of Hollywood have been ordered to pay 750-thousand dollars to Dwight Edman for a wrongful arrest and strip search.

That night she told no less than 3 people she had an a/d. Later, she tried to tell everyone the guy grabbed her gun. They promoted her?

Heres a little nugget alot of you weren't there for-
YahooNewsArchive: Man Shot By Cops Gets Cash Award - (HALLANDALE) -- A Davie man is 350-thousand dollars richer today after being shot in the buttocks by a Hallandale police officer. A federal jury in Fort Lauderdale has awarded the money to 38-year-old Darnell Mitchell for the 1996 accidental shooting. The jury found officer Marsha Gail Roaden was negligent for failing to holster her gun before trying to handcuff Mitchell. This is the second time in as many days that a federal jury in Broward County has found police at fault for their arrest procedures. Two officers and the city of Hollywood have been ordered to pay 750-thousand dollars to Dwight Edman for a wrongful arrest and strip search.

That night she told no less than 3 people she had an a/d. Later, she tried to tell everyone the guy grabbed her gun. They promoted her?

Less than a Year Later! Possibly the worst cop Hallandale ever had. Amazing isn't it? :!:

Judging from some of the other ladies I have seen on this department handling firearms, I wont be surprised to learn of more incidents of incompetent gun handling adventures.

no listen here...you know that the truth doesnt always come out in that court stuff...that guy tried to grab momma's gun and thats when he was shot...i am credited with being the first woman of broward county and truth be told the show's producers are still asking me to be on that show...i told jimmy about it but he hasnt got back to me yet to tell me what i should do..

if any of you boys got something to say you can come find me hanging out in the parking lot smokin cigs..so come find me and man up you little whuzzies

Her screw up cost us a bundle.

For costing the city a bundle she got rewarded by being placed in charge of an elite unit, which she promptly brought to a screeching stop.

If you were forced to choose would you rather have sex with marsha or a slightly feminate man? I myself woud be too repulsed by Marsha so I would pick the slightly feminate man, but like I aint gay or nothing.

Many of you know me for only a few things: my refusal to wear certain lady garments, my ability to work while injured, my inability to achieve a valid warrant, my lust for the perfect Marlboro, my equal loathing for Nicorette gum and the a**hole who invented it, or my undeniable kick-ass mullet…but perhaps I am known most for my hate of the word (and the very noun itself) of c**k…well except for one of course. It’s a long story that I’ve wanted to get off my wrinkled droop-boobed chest for almost my whole life, and now before my exile I must let the world know…let us begin.
It was the summer of ’53, I was 13 at the time (just legal in the state of Mississippi) and I had just finished dinner. It was one of my favorite meals, a meal to this day I still feel is the only meal complimented with candle light…Dinosaur Cheesy Mac. I was in the shower now washing my undeniable kick-ass mullet with my doctor prescribed dandruff shampoo when, I suddenly heard the door creak open like so many times before. I knew exactly who it was. He didn’t say a word to me, he never had to. And with the same respect I tried not to make a sound either, it was always easier with as little dialog as possible. Perhaps tonight he would do more than just watch, so I decided to take my chance and offer myself to the only man I knew could do me right. I slowly slid open the shower curtain to reveal my naked self with my undeniable kick-ass mullet. I had already lathered and rinsed but perhaps I could go through it again, it was always his favorite part of the show.
I was in the middle of letting the suds run down my crap-stained butt-crack while at the same time pinching my salami nipples to add just the hint of a tease that would, without a doubt, drive him wild. And I must say it was working, before I could bend over to pick up the soap I noticed the biggest bulge in his pants, and my mouth began to water just thinking of what was behind those overalls. The silence finally broke with the sexiest ‘Southern drawl’ I have ever heard him use, “Yo mama is wurkin late agin tonaht”. During that confession I kept my eyes closed, letting my heart skip a beat, my knees go weak and my undeniable kick-ass mullet remain undeniably kick-ass. When I opened my eyes back up I finally gazed upon what I have been waiting on for over 6 years.
He had unbuttoned his overalls to reveal the most beautiful piece of meat I had ever seen. As he stroked it I witnessed it getting longer and harder right inside his hands, and for the first time I actually felt jealousy for a body part. I could see every vein and with every pulse of it I could feel it inside me…I knew in my heart that this was the night.
I walked out of the shower forgetting to even dry myself or my undeniable kick-ass mullet, and as I went to grab his hand he quickly redirected it to his member, letting that guide me into the bedroom. Then, in a moment that will last forever in my mind, two undeniable kick-ass mullets came together that night. I believe for my sake he wanted to be gentle, considering that I haven’t had a chance to weed-whack my jungle bush yet, but I assured him I wanted to be treated like the tween I was…and that I had been a very bad girl.
It started with him throwing me on the bed and forcing me open, and you could almost see the green stink lines coming off of my jungle bush. It was the first time I had my ankles behind my head (in what he called the ‘Mississippi Pretzel’). And when he shoved it in me I watched my jungle bush split, parting ever so slightly and fully accepting that spear like a Venus Flytrap taking in a dung beetle. Every pump was faster and harder, the steam left over from the shower had mixed with the sweat on my crap-stained butt-crack to create an aroma I will never forget. At one point I thought he was going to break my pelvis! Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he flipped me over on my hands and knees and spread my crap-stained butt-crack. I tried to turn around to witness his facial expression when he forced my head down in the pillow and grabbed my undeniable kick-ass mullet. He held that thing like handle bars, controlling the movement of my head with every thrust.
“If dis is wat heavin is like den jus snuff me nahw!”, I finally shouted into the pillow. To be honest that was the last clear thought I could remember, after that comment everything was combined into one wonderful scene of bliss. I knew when it was close to being over because his moans were growing louder and longer, I just wasn’t sure where to take the load. The only thing I asked him in a single plea was, “please, not on da undeniable kick-ass mullet”. He replied, “I wud neva do dat”. My legs began to shiver, knowing what was about to come from me, and in the most perfect of all timing his climax was incestuously matched by mine as I finally screamed, “DADDY!”
When it was over, we both just laid in bed, breathing heavy but worried to make eye contact, we had just done what is considered normal practice in Mississippi, but I was still nervous. Then before I knew it we both were startled by the sound of jingling keys on the front of the double-wide and we knew Mama was home. I jumped out of that bed almost as fast as he threw me on it and scurried to the door, I turned back to notice him staring at my crap-stained butt-crack as it was shaking with every step…and I couldn’t say I blamed him, I worked long and hard to keep that crap-stain symmetrical. As I jumped into my own bed, sticking to the sheets, I made sure my undeniable kick-ass mullet was in place so that it would not get ruined (I did have a reputation to uphold). I tried to drift off to sleep for hours but my mind was still racing with the events that just took place.
Of course that was the night I knew I would swear off man meat forever. Soon after that I tried out for the softball team (convinced all the girls that my undeniable kick-ass mullet should be in a museum) and started my muff-diving life. I tried everything since that night to replace the feeling of that beautiful piece of tube steak with its perfectly placed genital warts, but nothing compares to that glorious purple headed yogurt slinger, not a cucumber, termite infested tree branch, a Golden Retriever’s head, F-350 drive shaft…nothing could come close. That’s when I decided to start hating the world (mostly men), and unfortunately for the Hallandale Beach P.D. it’s also when I decided to become a cop. And now, every once in a while I’ll walk down stairs to take a look at the people who are doing the work I’m too good for, I mostly come down to view the ’94 picture of our fabulous Police/CSA crew. I wrote a letter to big Tommy one time in an attempt to air brush my undeniable kick-ass mullet on everyone else in the picture to make it the most amazing photo ever taken on the face of the earth, but big Tommy told me there is a lot more memorabilia on the wall and he couldn’t have a crowd gathering around just one. So as I leave you all I can only give one piece of advice (the only thing that ever really helped me). And that is simply…shoot a man in the a**, it’ll get you anywhere you want to go.
Thank you and God Bless….women.