indica said:

I might have already posted this story before, but I'll do it again because it's

A few years ago I lived in St Kilda, Melb which is known as a pretty heroin-heavy area, although it's trying to be really trendy/bo-ho/upmarket in recent years but the junkies and hookers are still there.

i was walking back to my aptmnt with a buddy one night in the pouring rain, turned up our street and it was all cordoned off by police tape and cars and cops everywhere.

Tried to go around another way but that was sectioned off, I called over to a cop and he came over and said noone could come through because someone had been shot. Turned out a cop had shot & killed a junkie who'd lunged at him with a knife. I said "yeah well I live here and I want to go home" and this female detective comes over and starts asking all these questions like If I knew such-and-such and asked for ID to prove I lived there so they could let me through the 'scene' or whatever. She was one of those really uptight bitches in immaculate attire and her hair tied back so tight it was pulling at her cheeks, my buddy goes "so what are you like a detective?" and she goes "yes I'm a detective" and he goes "oh cool, how long does it take to become a detective?" and she goes "oh about 8 or 9 years" and then he says "what about for a man?"

she got so fucking angry it was hilarious you could tell shewanted to beat the piss out of him hahahahaha

fuck her

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That's hilarious