by the US Postal Investigation squad. I got held at gunpoint, cuffed, read my rights, and interviewed as well as the whole house turned over. Word of advice, don't trust roommates found on craigslist.
Overall, it was pretty sweet, was just laying down for bed and BLAM BLAM BLAM, I toss on a shirt and theres yelling down stairs so I grab mah pup and head into view and GUNZ AND YELLAN. So yeah. Do what they say, look at the ruined door, and get lead outside and cuffed and read rights and the interview, glad I grabbed my pants.
FW NOTE: always sacrifice the door for some drawers.
Going into the situation, I thought it was some crazy hood ratt after some shit my roomies we kicked out(the day before) was after but viola it was the cops. Tho they didn't comment on our bottle collection(they did like our beer pong table) and they told me to clean my room and I had Fortune open on my computer. Mission success~!
"they gave us the warrant?!?!?! SWEET!!!!" -Davey via text
now we have a warrant to frame :D
Cops are bros and we invited them over to our next house party.