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(Poughkeepsie Journal)   Not news: woman arrested for drunk driving; News: after driving across front lawn in middle of night; FARK: the front lawn of NY State Police headquarters   (poughkeepsiejournal.com) divider line 19
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ZAZ [TotalFark]
2013-10-19 08:29:30 AM
A few years ago a drunk driver killed a woman right in front of a Massachusetts state police station. He didn't get far when he tried to leave the scene. (story)
 
2013-10-19 12:30:25 PM
She was also night putting. Putting, at night... with the teen age daughter of the county sheriff. .
 
2013-10-19 12:32:43 PM
Her mugshot is pretty funny.

"Oh yay! The photo shoot after the flashy lights again!"
 
2013-10-19 12:33:13 PM
So...get off of their lawn??
 
2013-10-19 12:33:40 PM

whither_apophis: She was also night putting. Putting, at night... with the teen age daughter of the county sheriff. .


So that's what the kids are calling it these days, is it?
 
2013-10-19 12:38:24 PM
God help her if she also had a gun with more than seven rounds in the mag.
 
2013-10-19 12:49:41 PM
Florida worthy taa-daa?
 
2013-10-19 12:50:43 PM

lesliessexxy: Her mugshot is pretty funny.

"Oh yay! The photo shoot after the flashy lights again!"


That's a pretty hard-looking 28.
 
2013-10-19 01:00:12 PM
But did she pick her feet?
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2013-10-19 01:41:12 PM
Well at least she didn't have to take an embarrassing ride downtown in a squad car. She's already there! Just walk right in. Self-serve so to speak.
 
2013-10-19 01:48:52 PM
Popeye? Clip your toenails.
 
2013-10-19 01:49:26 PM
Hey! The Poughkeepsie Journal. I was born in Poughkeepsie. Ok, carry on.
 
2013-10-19 02:31:26 PM

FrancoFile: That's a pretty hard-looking 28.


That's Pine Plains for you. Basically it's eastern Kentucky, only with a bunch of NYC second-homers and some stinking rich horse-country people. It might be the only town where you can find a meth house and Simon Le Bon playing polo within a quarter-mile of each other.
 
2013-10-19 05:16:03 PM

MBooda: But did she pick her feet?
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I heard they do that there.
 
2013-10-19 06:49:52 PM

Gulper Eel: FrancoFile: That's a pretty hard-looking 28.

That's Pine Plains for you. Basically it's eastern Kentucky, only with a bunch of NYC second-homers and some stinking rich horse-country people. It might be the only town where you can find a meth house and Simon Le Bon playing polo within a quarter-mile of each other.


The boonies of eastern Dutchess County are indeed a weird place. Pretty much everything that side of the Taconic.
 
2013-10-19 07:32:25 PM
Sounds like there are enough Farkers for a meet up at Copperfields,then we can walk over to Troop K
and turn ourselves in as a group and save the cab fare back from Hamilton St.

You know who you are. Maybe Drew will  be in the neighborhood,  ;-)
 
2013-10-19 09:45:27 PM
Copperfield's? Ugh. I'd rather go to Gentleman Jim's and walk from there.
 
2013-10-19 10:24:52 PM
CSB,

When I was seventeen, my best friend and I used to go to see The Rocky Horror Picture Show most weekends.  Afterward we would go out to an access road cornfield just outside of town and get drunk with whatever girls we could convince to come along, sober up, and go home in the morning having told our parents that we were spending the night at each others' houses.  Good times.  Until one weekend when we didn't have enough money to go to the movie.  We convinced three girls to come with us out to the cornfield with a couple of bottles of booze.

Having been doing this for a couple of months, we felt pretty confident that we wouldn't get caught or get into any trouble.  But there was something different and ominous about this particular night.  We got there at about 11:00, which was about 3 hours earlier than we'd normally go.  Every other weekend we'd done this there was no traffic, but on that weekend cars drove by on the country road about every 5 minutes.  After we'd been there for a half hour or so, a vehicle pulls into the access road we were on.  We panicked.  Everyone packed into the car (my friends' mother's LeBaron convertible and we took off.  The vehicle behind us turned its lights off and back on and I fully expected to see flashing overhead lights, but they didn't come one.

We'd never driven as far down the access road as we were at that time.  But we were being chased.  I realized it wasn't the cops, but some rural kids in a pickup.  We reached the end of the access road, which led into a pasture.  Then we saw all kinds of pickups and teenagers in various states of inebriation and undress.  Being naive city mice, we suddenly realized that the country mice who were in the know pulled all the way into the pasture to party.  But we were still being chased so we kept driving, throwing bottles and pot out in case they actually were cops.  The pasture ended at a soybean field and we were still being chased.  So we drove into the beans and the truck gave chase.  Right as we approached the road, I thought we'd be home free.  I saw the access and screamed at my friend to turn to the right to get to the access, but it was too late.

The car went flying into the air, hitting a culvert, leaving the front wheels dangling over a ditch.  We were stuck about 3 miles outside of town and about 4 miles from the house of one of the girls.  The girls and I ran the whole way there, leaving my friend behind, hiding in the beans, to watch the car.  We told her mom some bullshiat story and got her car and drove back to pick up my friend.  There were cop lights flashing when we got there, so we drove by.  Eventually, our consciences got the best of us, so we decided to go back and fess up.  When we pulled up to the LeBaron, nobody was there.  Neither my friend nor the cops.  Eventually, I heard him whispering to us from the beans.  We went back and sat in the girl's car and my friend started cramming pretzels in his mouth in an attempt to sober up.  We saw spotlights and heard the cops coordinating their search with one another.  That's when we realized that even though my friend was loaded, I hadn't had time to even have a drop to drink because I was too busy making out with one of the girls.  I had to take the fall.

We got out of the car, the girls took off, and the cops came up to us and asked us what happened.  We essentially told them the truth, except that I was driving and the girls weren't there.  I think they might have thought we were gay, because the girls were a huge missing piece to the puzzle.  Why would I go out to a cornfield to watch my friend get drunk?  They put us in the back of the car.  We sat in there with one of them for about a half an hour, when I finally started getting really nervous.  That's when the cop in the car recognized my friend's name from his driver's license.  They were second cousins.  I asked what was going to happen to us and was told that it was too soon to tell.  We had to wait until his partner got back from surveying the damage to HIS FIELD.  In the end, I was released into my own recognizance in the middle of the country at 4:00 in the morning, and my friend had to wait for his dad to come pick him up because he was 16 and out after curfew.  I had walked about 2 miles, when my friend's dad picked me up.  We rode home in silence.  The car was towed and we had to pay $100 to the cop whose field we trashed.  And we ruined a happening party spot for the country kids.

The moral of the story is: My God, I was a stupid teenager.

/CSB
 
2013-10-20 05:59:00 AM
The article states that it was Troop K Headquarters.    Thank goodness that it wasn't F Troop Headquarters.
 
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