The Off-Topic, insult, picture and everything else thread

redsurfer wrote: »

more smooth moves from are own

Is it just me...or does something shout FAKE in my face.....not issue boots or no shoulder numbers...same with the belt...and high-vis too

nice guy always wrote: »

I bloody well hope so......

It is, GPO is way too quiet even for a real quiet night;)

Finnbar01 wrote: »

I don't know where they're try to go with this.

Jesus christ woman if you spent less time looking for abnomalies in the law and just paid your ****ing car tax the happier we would all be.

I believe all gardai should be issued tasers just for these idiots.

Daily rounds on de youtubez found this.

:rolleyes:

A facebook group
Contains hatred towards garda TC #NSFW


Pathetic! Its quite laughable...Im going to try and get this one sorted, if anybodys on facebook just click report down on the bottom left of the page....i chose targets me or a friend thats the closest viable option...

psni wrote: »

Let's hope the person behind this doesn't ever need TC .

Lets hope NGA never finds them:cool:

Rules for calling an ambulance.....
1. Don't greet us with the words "you'll need a stretcher". If you're an accountant, would you expect me to come to your work and say "You'll need a calculator"? No... then **** off!
2. If you call an ambulance, make some kind of effort to make yourself/your house visible. Turning on an outside light. Getting someone to stand outside to wave us down (see point 3). Giving the operator an idea of local landmarks. Saying "I'm in Newcastle" does NOT help.
3. If you are aforementioned waving gimp. A simple sticking out of hand as if you were hailing a taxi will suffice. Performing actions that make you look like an epileptic mating with a windmill will not expedite our arrival. In fact we may just drive past for the hell of it.
4. If you got yourself upstairs, you can sure as hell get yourself downstairs.
5. Abdominal pain does not affect the motor function of the legs. You can still walk.
6. If I came and sat in your house, pissed on the floor, threw up on myself and fell asleep on a chair, you may be put out. So don't do it in my ****ing ambulance.
7. Don't even ****ing THINK about hitting me. I hit back. Harder. And I can kill you and leave no trace.
8. Unless there is a very good reason, you go to the A&E of my choice. Good reasons include a: it's a skive b: it's a fun drive c: it's about lunchtime and the canteen is good d: the nurses are all sluts and e: because I'm a vindictive ******.
9. Did I mention that if you do succeed in assaulting me, my friends the police will make sure you get nicked. And hurt. And will causally remark to some of their sources inside that you are a kiddie fiddler.
10. Grannies pay attention: if you have chest pain, don't wait until the morning to call because "you didn't want to be a bother." Trust me, be a bother, that's what we are actually here for (this is probably the most serious point - if you have chest pain, call 000 for ****'s sake!
11. If you've been drinking, don't lie about the amount. We're not ****ing cretins.
12. If you've taken drugs, tell me. I can guess. And so can the purple elephant. Trust me, the majority of us have experienced unofficial medication in the past, so we know when we are being lied to.
13. Girls: if your mate is lying on the ground vomiting after downing 15 shots of sambuca, do not tell us her drink has been spiked. Your friend looks like something the Japanese would kill for research. It would take something that would normally be used for anaesthetising bull elephants to bring her down, and nobody, not even a raving pervert, would shag it.
14. Being above the 5th floor in a block of flats is a capital offence.
15. If your first words to us are "you took your time" then they may also be your last.
16. Living in the middle of nowhere has its advantages. It also means that it may take a bit of time to get to you. We drive big vans, not the starship enterprise.
17. If you are a scrote, and you are cold and fancy going to the A&E for a bit of food and a cup of tea... tell me. Don't lie and say you have chest pain.
18. We can spot a fake fit 5 miles off.
19. If you have a very sick baby, an ambulance crew will appear behind you by magic.
20. We do care, but the job does get to you. So please take the cynicism, sick humour and bad bastard temper with a pinch of salt. Especially if you call me out at 5 minutes before shift end.;)

Zambia232 wrote: »

Does anyone reckon there was some comment said at the time of the shoe being kicked?

Warning - Its a bit heavy handed

I bet she spat at them and recieved an over the top reaction!

A hung Jury ....the defence must be awarded top marks for their selection process.

:eek:

Edit A more detailed story here
http://www.examiner.com/civil-liberties-in-national/neither-deputy-paul-schene-nor-anybody-else-gets-to-beat-lippy-prisoners

She did call them "Fat Pigs"

I would happily pay 250 yoyo to release a big red in that party.

Let see him try an root that....:D

ivabiggon wrote: »

i found him?????:D

not familiar with wild life... but judging from your high bet Zambia i'm assuming the fella above would be well able to look after himself.... i'd love to see that salt of the earth good Christan try hump him. LOL...............:D

Someone posted a picture of PO unit being attacked with fireworks, found a video of it i believe !

http://www.liveleak.com/view?i=020_1287872319

Episode 1


Episode 2

It was a case of parallel lives when policeman Andy Flitton booked a speeding driver in New Zealand.
Two years earlier, Constable Flitton had stopped the same motorist – 12,000 miles away in England.
The two men had both emigrated and their paths had crossed once again.

Constable Flitton said that as he wrote out the ticket on a road near Christchurch, the driver asked if he had worked in London and then if he had operated a laser gun on the A5.
'I thought it was you,’ said the man, who has not been named. ‘You gave me my last speeding ticket there two years ago.'
Constable Flitton said he could only laugh when the man he had booked recognised him as the officer who had ticketed him in Britain two years earlier.
The driver, who produced British and South African licences, told Constable Flitton that he had just emigrated from England, where he had lived for 12 years.
It was while he was writing out the speeding ticket in his car that Constable Flitton saw the driver, who has not been identified, approaching him with a smile.

Constable Flitton had been an officer with the Metropolitan Police for 26 years before emigrating to the south island of New Zealand.
'At first, I hadn't recognised him, but the minute he said it I remembered the whole thing. We both just had a laugh,' the police officer told the New Zealand Herald.
The driver told the policeman that he had been in New Zealand for less than two weeks and was still looking for somewhere to live.
The policeman and the motorist discussed the odds of meeting each other again the same way.
'We must have some sort of connection,' said Constable Flitton.
'He only ever broke the law twice and both times I was the one to give him a ticket.
'It cost him £60 over there and $120 (£58) over here, so it wasn't cheap.
'It just shows what a small world it really is.'

Source.

One from the silly season

Vic Police News wrote:

Drink driver caught in Box Hill

Monday, 27 December 2010 00:53

Members of the Nunawading Highway Patrol intercepted a driver with a blood alcohol reading of .278.

Police said they were stationary in Whitehorse Road Box Hill about 8.25pm last night when a car drove past.

Police attention was drawn to the vehicle as the driver was tooting his horn and waving at police.

The 30-year-old male driver was pulled over and breath tested.

The man had his licence withdrawn immediately and will face court at a later date in relation to the matter.

When ask why he was driving like that the man told police he was unaware he was driving a car.