Playing Paintball,hockey, hanging out with friends *girls* and going to parties.
Jagged Edge,Good Charlotte,Flo-Rida,Bullet for my valentine,Metro station, breaking benjamin, ACDC,Rascal Flatts,The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, 3doors down, Nickelback, Taking Back sunday,Fallout boy,the fray, LiL jon and the east side boyz, yellowcard, all american rejects, my chemical romance, simple plan, blink-182,coldplay,system of a down, korn, linkin park, Jay-z, paul oakenfold, LL cool J,Panic! at the disco, the killers, switchfot, hollywood undead
hostel, Saw 1,2,3,4, scary movie 1,2,3,4, saving private Ryan, we were soldiers, Doom, mr. and mrs. smith, meet the parents, meet the fockers, eight legged freaks, the grudge, hide and seek, the boogy man, hitch, irobot, platoon, bad company, the rock, the rundown
cops, 24, the unit, law and order, csi
*Police* *Officers*: Cops and Military Police, all types of Officers... Body: Cops are human (believe it or not) just like the rest of us. They come in both sexes and various sizes. The size depends on whether you are looking for one or trying to hide something. However they are mostly big. Cops are found everywhere - on land, on the sea, in the air, on horses, in cars, sometimes in your hair. In spite of the fact that "you can't find one when you want one," they are usually there when it counts most. The best way to get one is to pick up the phone. Cops deliver lectures, babies, and bad news. They are required to have the Wisdom of Solomon, the disposition of a lamb and muscles of steel and are often accused of having a heart to match. He's the one who rings the doorbell, swallows hard and announces the passing of a loved one; then spends the rest of the day wondering why he ever took such a "crummy" job. On TV a cop is an oaf who couldn't find a bull fiddle in a telephone booth. In real life he's expected to find a little blond boy "about so high" in a crowd of half a million people. In fiction, he gets help from private eyes, reporters, and "who dun it fans." In real life, mostly all he gets from the public are "I didn't see anything'." When he serves a summons, he's a monster. If he lets you go, he's a doll. To little kids, he's either a friend or a bogeyman, depends on how parents feel about it. He works "around the clock," splits shifts, Sundays and holidays, and it always kills him when a joker says, "Hey tomorrow is Election Day, I'm off, lets go fishing." (That's the day he works 20 hours). A cop is like the little girl, who when she was good, was very, very good, but, when she was bad, was horrid. When a cop is good, "He's getting paid for it." When he makes a mistake, "He's corrupt, and that goes for the rest of them too." When he shoots a stick-up man he's a hero, except when the stick-up man is "only a kid; anybody could have seen that." Lots of them have homes, some of them covered with ivy, but most of them covered with mortgages. If he drives a big car, he's "on the take", a little car, "who's he kidding?" His credit is good; this is very helpful, because his salary isn't. Cops raise lots of kids; most of them belong to other people. A cop sees more misery, bloodshed, trouble, and sunrises than the average person does. Like the postman, cops must also be out in all kinds of weather. His uniforms change with the climate, but his outlook on life remains the same; mostly a blank, but hoping for a better world. Cops like days off, vacations, and coffee. They don't like auto horns, family fights and anonymous letter writers. They have unions, but they can't strike. They must be impartial, courteous, and always remember the slogan "At Your Service." This is sometimes hard, especially when a character reminds him, "I'm A Taxpayer! I Pay Your Salary!" Cops get medals for saving lives, stopping runaway horses, and shooting it out with skills (once in a while his widow gets the medal). They are usually the first ones to arrive anywhere - including fires. Cops run to the sound of gunfire, while others run away. But sometimes, the most rewarding moments come when, after some kindness to an older person, he feels the warm handclasp, looks into grateful eyes and hears "Thank you, and God bless you, son."A friend via email sent This text to me a while ago. I understand there are a few versions of it circulating the law enforcement community - this is one of two I've seen - but they are fairly similar. I think it pretty much expresses the thoughts of many officers. This posting moved me in so many ways because it’s so true.... Please repost this if you support your local police dept I not the one who wrote this and not even a official police officer... but I could not in not to many ways put it better...