Robbing a Milk Truck

[Pretty Flaco]

what would be the point of robbing a milk truck? i remember when i was a kid there was a milk truck that got stuck up on my street. not jacked, it got robbed.

the fuck would be the point of robbing a milk truck? would there be any money on it? why not take the truck too? :confused:

help me solve this mystery.

[thriller]

Bottle refunds

[The Jay]

It's just one of those mysteries we'll never solve.

[Vyacheslav Brolotov]

It is a way for people with lactose intolerance to let out their anger towards the world.

[NewLeft]

Corner stores always sell milk for ten times the actual cost..

[Pretty Flaco]

i literally just typed out an intricate like story and shit but i accidentally hit tab and then backspace after i finished and i lost it all...

it was so good. it was like an episode of CSI.

[Lilith]

Milk trucks? As in milk men? I thought those stopped existing after the fifties?

[PC LOAD LETTER]

To stick it to the man, obviously.

[Pretty Flaco]

Milk trucks? As in milk men? I thought those stopped existing after the fifties?

it might have been a truck transporting milk to retailers.

[ColonelCossack]

To be badmanz

[gorillafuck]

edit: wow, what a stupid high joke to make.

[Pretty Flaco]

edit: wow, what a stupid high joke to make.

damn it, i want to see what the joke is...

[Red Rabbit]

Because they just got finished robbing a truck delivering cookies.

[Revolutionair]

-> chit-chat

[Ele'ill]

Maybe the person driving the truck was robbed for their wallet. The real question is if the robbers robbed the person driving the truck did they also request fresh pints of milk to go? Did the truck sell pints of milk or was it a gallon truck? Maybe milk wasn't the only thing the milk truck was carrying (drugs).

[khad]

This doesn't belong in non-political. Stop posting this garbage in what is supposed to be a serious forum.

Verbal warning.

[Sam_b]

I'm assuming for milk.

[dodger]

We only have powdered milk here. We do however have beer bottles.Scores of them.Wifey Unwilling to pay for a burglar alarm. She hit on a ingenious device. I salute her. Every night she places empty bottles on the stairs, before sleep. Switches off the lights leaving the area in pitched blackness. Awoken one night, there was the most terrible moaning, thought the Carabao had got into the female enclosure. Dawned on me it was coming from inside the house. Cuk-cuks boy friend? I could now here a man sobbing and cursing YAAHWAHS(DEVILS). Simply the worst swear word, in these parts. Wifey awoken and knowing no physical fear, and convinced the noise was human and not WAK-WAKS grabbed the Bolo and charged. I was right behind her with the pistol. In torchlight it was impossible to make out what was at the bottom of our stairs. We put the mainlights on. A voice barely audible"Dear respected Aunty, please, please, don't let Uncle shoot me." Wifey read some verses from the good book.Crime don't pay-have no doubt! I felt redundant. He slipped in and out of consciousness. As did I, there was a terrible stench, the blighter had defecated. With better light his body was head at the bottom of the stairs, on his stomach, with his leg resting on his back and right foot trapped by, wedged against his right ear. I looked again, then away. OOGH! He did not want to do that!! I told Wifey I'd go check for accomplices. I took one last look at him, OOGH!.

There was a boy of 15 or so pacing as I got closer he started convulsing. "Salaam Aleikum"..."Aleikum Salaam" I shot him dead. No other members of the gang. Threw his body into the canal and returned to Wifey. A few lights went on, then off again. Nothing to see. I did not awake my son as he had communion that morning, so I struggled and left the body by the national highway. He was barely alive and was calling for his son. Wifey gave me a grim look, yes I would need to finish the job, or face vendetta. I went back to sleep shortly after. Wifey woke me to drink native cocao. Wifey said you know Dodge Dear, this place is getting nearly as bad as Buckinghamshire. I nodded "Yes Wifey Dear--but not quite!" At least we have each other......oh I'll put bullets on your shopping list while I remember. There was another blighter, but he kept zig-zagging, confound him, guns empty.

MILK BOTTLES...NOW THERE'S A TIP....certainly use them in our cottage in Buckinghamshire. HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT THEY CHARGE FOR BURGLAR ALARMS??

[PC LOAD LETTER]

We only have powdered milk here. We do however have beer bottles.Scores of them.Wifey Unwilling to pay for a burglar alarm. She hit on a ingenious device. I salute her. Every night she places empty bottles on the stairs, before sleep. Switches off the lights leaving the area in pitched blackness. Awoken one night, there was the most terrible moaning, thought the Carabao had got into the female enclosure. Dawned on me it was coming from inside the house. Cuk-cuks boy friend? I could now here a man sobbing and cursing YAAHWAHS(DEVILS). Simply the worst swear word, in these parts. Wifey awoken and knowing no physical fear, and convinced the noise was human and not WAK-WAKS grabbed the Bolo and charged. I was right behind her with the pistol. In torchlight it was impossible to make out what was at the bottom of our stairs. We put the mainlights on. A voice barely audible"Dear respected Aunty, please, please, don't let Uncle shoot me." Wifey read some verses from the good book.Crime don't pay-have no doubt! I felt redundant. He slipped in and out of consciousness. As did I, there was a terrible stench, the blighter had defecated. With better light his body was head at the bottom of the stairs, on his stomach, with his leg resting on his back and right foot trapped by, wedged against his right ear. I looked again, then away. OOGH! He did not want to do that!! I told Wifey I'd go check for accomplices. I took one last look at him, OOGH!.

There was a boy of 15 or so pacing as I got closer he started convulsing. "Salaam Aleikum"..."Aleikum Salaam" I shot him dead. No other members of the gang. Threw his body into the canal and returned to Wifey. A few lights went on, then off again. Nothing to see. I did not awake my son as he had communion that morning, so I struggled and left the body by the national highway. He was barely alive and was calling for his son. Wifey gave me a grim look, yes I would need to finish the job, or face vendetta. I went back to sleep shortly after. Wifey woke me to drink native cocao. Wifey said you know Dodge Dear, this place is getting nearly as bad as Buckinghamshire. I nodded "Yes Wifey Dear--but not quite!" At least we have each other......oh I'll put bullets on your shopping list while I remember. There was another blighter, but he kept zig-zagging, confound him, guns empty.

MILK BOTTLES...NOW THERE'S A TIP....certainly use them in our cottage in Buckinghamshire. HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT THEY CHARGE FOR BURGLAR ALARMS??
:blink:

Dodger I think you have some skeletons in the closet ... unless they're in a ditch now, too :lol:

[dodger]

:blink:

Dodger I think you have some skeletons in the closet ... unless they're in a ditch now, too :lol:

JUST A CHILDREN'S STORY.....bedtime! There's a sequel....better wait a couple of years....for that. A prequel don't they call it in the Holywood epic world? That was IV......CanisLupus.

[Railyon]

http://th01.deviantart.net/fs10/300W/i/2006/084/0/0/Boyd___The_Milkman___Cooper_by_Sage_of_Light.jpg

The enlightened ones will get it.