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[7_Kewell]

found this online and nearly wet myself....drug dealer acts tough, then when caught screams like a girl.....i personally like his mate neil who just watches.


big girl screaming

[drummerphil]

funny enough saw something very very similar outside our house in the summer

[Sabre]

Pathetic.

I mean you have 2 options, or you oppose no resistance, or you fight like a bástard .Acting like a kid that doesn't want to go to school and sticks to the bed, is the most pathetic (and funny) thing I've ever seen.

The 2 policemen wouldn't have a bright future as police men hereneither, for the struggle they do, it seems they have arrested worst criminal in Chester.

[Mikz]

classic
He was on some kind of steroids too which gave him double strength,hence the struggle of the police. Then his wife came along and started  -who would be a police man?
    Scumbags drugdealers get a different kind of punishment by the mafia lol in fact its not even a good idea to talk about drugs in case it falls on the wrong ears.Theyre a disease to society and need stamped out (emphasis on the stamped)

[Sabre]

Yeah they're scum. And the poor little girl watching it all. What an education. Pathetic.

[JBG]

Thats actually quite common. I'm not a rozzier myself but I've been around a lot of situations like that in my time through work. Criminals will ball their eyes out and sob incontrollably before swinging for a policeman when everything calms down.

As the lads said before they're absolute cowards, but I wouldn't be fooled by the crying. They can turn back into being nasty again at the blink of an eye.

[Mikz]

Its a real war here where i live. It has taken over the old war/struggle and the dealers are fighting back.The problem is theyve so much money,theyve houses everywhere and very fast cars  Long runs the fox 

[andy_g]

neil's not a very good mate now, is he? and notice how the baldy copper gets the spray in his own eyes too? classic comedy

[Sabre]

Thats actually quite common. I'm not a rozzier myself but I've been around a lot of situations like that in my time through work. Criminals will ball their eyes out and sob incontrollably before swinging for a policeman when everything calms down.

The truth is that my city is small and that with the fact that the terrorist of E.T.A in a wash face operation (terrorists, anyway, not good, no matter how they intend to wash their face) intimidated the dealers, made my streets free of dealers and rapes and all that. Except for marihuana, that in Spain is quite tolerated, although illegal.

So I don't know well that kind of criminal and those situations. In the case of the video, what would happen with Neil? I mean, if all the drug was in the struggling guy pockets, Neil would just walk off? I don't know how that works, but logic dictates me that he was dealing aswell, so he should be arrested.

Right? :m

[Sabre]

Excuse me for the bump.

But reading some of the comments of the video is worth a visit

One... I guess British don't have Cross Country at their high schools. Two...And they don't have self-defense. See if you drink gatorade instead of tea at 12:00 o'clock you would know to run fast. First you're outnumbered 2 to 1 cause your homie won't help you. If you're going to run cause a distraction, my best bet since you're a bitch SPIT IN HIS FACE, and RUN LIKE CRAZY IN THE STREET, not on grass. Then these cops are out of breathe from just dragging you around which is really i

THis must be a merkin or something. Too much films watched. I'd like see him in that situation. The bast! 

[Jari's mullet]

the most pathethic escape attempt I have seen

[dawson99]

good thing ive never met a drug dealer in my life, dont even know what a drug looks like

[JBG]

So I don't know well that kind of criminal and those situations. In the case of the video, what would happen with Neil? I mean, if all the drug was in the struggling guy pockets, Neil would just walk off? I don't know how that works, but logic dictates me that he was dealing aswell, so he should be arrested.

Right? :m

Hrd to see what was happening but both guys were at least being cautioned so Neil had to stay put.

[mighty mo]

hilarious and his mate neil watching helplessly or "scared" was a picture as well

[Lando_Griffin]

What a f*cking fairyfyed faggott.

"Oooooh please Mr Policeman sir, don't arrest me, I'm just a cowardly little weasel. The fact that I get people addicted to killer substances for a bit of money, and I especially target little kids and vulnerable people cos I'm just a filthy piece of vermin and deserve to be shot, doesn't change that fact. Boo-hoo!"

- A quote from any drug dealer you care to mention.


Although the original post was lighthearted, I f*cking detest drugs and would gladly sift all the b*stard dealers into a big furnace, switch it on, and revel in my unquestioned gift to the world.

The fact is that ALL (not some) drug dealers (from now on known as "Vermin") are f*cking cowards. They hide behind their corrupt "businesses", and pay their derelict-minded bodyguards (from now on known as "hussies") to beat up anyone who dares to try and wean themselves off the poison the vermin have sold them.

I really would relish the opportunity to take the vermin into a room one at a time, and force-feed the feckers with all the drugs they supply, then just as they're about to snuff it - give them a stomach pump, force-feed them double the amount, add a couple of tubs of Viagra, then have a gorilla sh*t in their mouths.

Then I'd put them in an iron maiden, and make sure the crotch-area was fully laden with spikey goodies and a moving cheese grater.

With the vermin in place, I'd put on the raunchiest porn film you'll ever see and wait for the screams of agony. Once complete, I'd open a flap just above the vermins severed rats todger, and pour salt onto the gaping wound.


I'd leave the fecker there to rot.


Once all the vermin had been destroyed, I'd move on to the hussies.

The thing with hussies is - they have no brains. They are captivated by money. Money is everything to these hussies.
Once the vermin have gone, the hussies soon crawl back into male-on-male prostitution, and attempt to suck off any who doubt their past.


Well - not for me, Bucko. No sir-ee bob. I'd have other plans for them, plans that don't involve my private parts.

What I'd do is this:

Cunningly, I'd lure the hussies into a deserted barn, (which I'd have, ofcourse, rigged with many delightful contraptions), all the time having them believe I was going to give them some of their coveted money, in return for a bit of deep throat. (I'd quell their curiosity by maintaining I was shy.)

Once ensconced therein, they would naturally drop to their knees, waiting for a length. A length that would never come.
I would instead (and here is the cunning bit), beat them to within an inch of their lives - WITH A BAG FULL OF THE VERY MONEY THAT THEY CRAVED!!!

Suitably beaten, they would then find themselves dangling from a rather rickety roof-beam.
Dangling, it must be said, by their scrotums, thanks largely to a rusty four-pound meat hook and a length of sturdy chain.

After several hours, I would start getting nasty.
It's at this point, kids, that you may want to switch off your computers, and go help your Mummy with the shopping.

With the unsuspecting rent-boy suspended scrotally from the roof, I would first attach a weight of 10kgs to the hussy's boots.
Then, after 10 minutes, I'd add a further 10kgs.

I would continue this cycle until his love sack ruptured completely, sending the dirty c*nt hurtling to the ground.

After a moment of time no longer than a geographical era, the silly b*stard would try and get up, conning himself that I had departed, and his suffering was complete.
The poor, deluded fool.

Rather, I would simply bide my time until the buggering-bender-bodyguard John Wayned himself out of the door, before mercilessly Conbine-harvestering the f*cking gimp to death, whilst playing "Barbie Girl" on the tractor's stereo.

A fitting end for a buch of b*stards.
That would teach the feckers.