Thread: Good times

A couple of days ago I walked into work wearing nothing but rollerskates. The police were called and they arrested me. I think it is absurd that I'm not free to skate wherever I want whenever I want (I'm American, after all). Anyways, they took me down to the station and processed me, and made me where some hideous orange ensemble that made me look like the 10th member of slipknot (lol, I said member). I made a very good friend while waiting in the holding cell, though. He has no teeth and seems to either be perpetually drunk and/or retarded in some hilarious way. He told me his name is Thomas, but I've decided to call him Wildman. After I got out of there, I went home and sat in a chair for a little while. Then I ate Lemon Pepper Breaded fish, which was delicious.