Close call
 

My story is pretty cliched, at least at the start.
honeymoon trip to A few places in Europe. We are in Amsterdam, and wandering around the shopping alleys off Dam Square during the day. I had a pretty good sense of how the alleys tied into the surrounding streets. And the whole city seemed so cartoon-like and safe. I was living in DC, so I had US city senses, but for some reason Amsterdam seemed not dangerous.
Off course the other thing is that people spot you as a US tourist and offer to sell you hash. why anyone would buy hash off the street, I do not know when you can buy it at coffee shops and even a laundramat, but anyway because of this, people get close to you "want some hash" , and it didn't seem something to worry about.
that night wife and I go to Milkweg, and get tanked/stoned, and see I know that we should walk-no cab- back because we're young and in love, and in a beautiful foreign city......
then I see the entrance to one of the shopping alleys, Kalverstraat and I know it'll be a good shortcut and it was really fun that afternoon to be on the alley!
my street senses were on vacation because all of the shop windows had chain netting over them which means I wasn't in cartoon land of course.
we were almost through the alley when 4 teens came up to us... still no worries because these pleasant dutch youngsters probably only want to sell us hash. So they come up close "want some hash?" no thanks walk by, but they were really close. 1 grabbed me the other 3 strated hitting me. We were about 50 yards off the Dam square which I could see.
I heard 1 say "do you want a good fucking?" I thought they were tallking to my wife who wasn't being held. I told her to run to the square, but she knew they were talking to me. she started screaming and I thought "good idea" and started screaming. I remember the guys punching me in the mouth as I screamed. then suddenly from the square a cop showed and the 4 kids ran off.
good times!

Speaking of cell phones..
 

When I first got AT&T service I could never get a signal in the metro, so I gave up. I also had a basic in case the car breaks down on 14th street and I have to call AAA eleven times to see where the fuck the tow truck is plan, so the roaming charges would have been outrageous.

Very significant acts of bravery on your part; I hope the guy was put away for a long time. You probably saved other women.

Idiot drops cell phone in toilet...
 

As opposed to, say, your sister's phone number, which is written on every men's room wall from Topeka to Tacoma.

Str(hey, it's Friday)8

Idiot drops cell phone in toilet...
 

Clearly, you've met my sister.

Heh
 

Remember the episode where Bill trotted out his own jingle? "The Real Deal with Bill McNeal?" Ahhhh, good times. There'll be a screening of my (and Toni's) favorite episodes at our place before our next reunion gig in Hollywood. We're just off of Bronson, near the Hollywood sign.

Dude, no wonder you're so tweaked all the time.
I heart Tweak's parents.
I also heart Underpants Gnomes.

Close call
 

There are two things I cant stand in this world. Intolerance of other peoples culture, and the Dutch.

These are some amazing (in a bad way) stories. My thoughts go to everyone who has shared their experiences and those who have had similar experiences. To those of you who had to go to court or talk with the police to deal with it, that was incredibly brave.

Close call
 

I don't get it. Did you get the hash or not?

Idiot drops cell phone in toilet...
 

Well, even if they don't bill him, there's this from the AP wire version:

"The railroad's maintenance department estimated the toilet would take two days and 'several thousand dollars' to fix, Brucker said."

Note: I'm not really sure if I should post this given the corrent mood of the board. I think others have already said what needs to be said about these experiences, though, so I will. I just wanted to note that posting a snippet about a moron commuter doesn't change the gravity of the stories or comments posted, and I don't intend it to do so.

Close call
 

Ve believe in nossing, Chinaski. Nossing. And tomorrow ve come back and ve cut off your chonson.

I said "Ve'll cut off your johnson"!

Just you tink about that, Chinaksi.

Yeah, your wiggly penis, Chinaksi.

Yeah, and maybe ve stomp on it and squoosh it, Chinaksi.

He was sentenced to thirteen years and paroled twice. Each time I was able have him paroled several counties away from his hunting ground. However, during his last parole his predatory nature got the better of him and he attacked another woman. He was incarcerated for life under California's Three Strikes law.

The woman whom he raped prior to me was autistic, and because of this he was able to plead to a lesser charge. He had only been out of prison for three months when he attacked me. I was told that he had raped, sodomized and orally copulated his way throughout state since he was eighteen.

Tweeking -
 

You know, I now have a totally different mental picture of you than I did 5 minutes ago.

I haven't been the near-victim of a violent crime, that I know of, though I've nearly been a perp ;).

However, the parents of a good friend were murdered in a home invasion. Made me a death-penalty advocate.

By the by, I adore Tweek. Tweek is my Southpark alter ego - I have those episodes where my brain just fries and I start twitching and saying "Akk! Bleck!" every couple of days.

See, y'all, I'm going home to gobble candy before the trick or treaters come.

edited to add a para break because my smiley was looking really weird in the paragraph it was in.

Good lord, how does that work? Because she couldn't effectively testify against him?

This guy got two too many strikes before they put him in the can forever (well, three, really)