Florida Couple Builds Drive-Through Window for Drugs
“From Florida again?” This is a common theme among responses to posts involving phonies; many of whom hail from Florida. A popular “guess” ponders what they’re putting in the water that’s causing many people to either embellish or ride the phony pony.
Instead of the water, could it be the innovative ways that drugs are being sold? A couple in Florida built a drive through window, in their mobile home, for people to purchase drugs. They didn’t stop there.
They provided signs directing drug customers to their window. They even had an “open/close” sign that had a “will be back” section.
From Fox News:
Ocala Police said the couple had turned a kitchen window into a drive-thru so customers would not have to constantly enter and exit their home, potentially drawing unwanted attention, WFTV reported. The house had signs directing people where to drive and indicated whether it was open or closed, police said.
Of course, Parrish’s dad tried to pull the “nice guy” card in defense of his son:
William Parrish Sr. told WFTV his son had been “trying to get himself straightened out” and maintained reports of overdoses were a “lie.”
On the legal side of the house, Las Vegas is home to a 24-foot-long fully functional bong:
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The girl is kinda hot, in a bad vixen sorta way; prime IDC SARC hitting material…
That’s only because you can’t see the meth sores in the picture.
I thought it was Fran Drescher gone to seed. Or maybe a 45 year old Gina Gershon wannabe.
Or the rotten teeth!
Dude has that ‘Deer in the headlights’ look.
And the neck tattoos of a Harvard alum.
Or the look of he knows he’s in for several years of anal dilation therapy.
Why, Why is it always Florida? I swear, we are not all a bunch of loonies?? I know for a fact, we have a large number of legit vets down here?? I wish the nutballs would all leave town and head back north where they came from?? Maybe Dave could do a survey on the ratio of phony ponies in Florida vs. the rest of the country? Maybe we get all the phony SEAL’s because of the close proximity to all of this water? Inquiring minds want to know??
When you go bust in florida, you’re in real trouble. It can be a long walk out of there. Then you have Ga to deal with, slogging back toward civilization.
The good news is the fishing. Fla provides walkways under bridges and shelter from the sun. Every grocery has frozen squid in 10 pound box at about 30% of bait shop prices. Buy a cooler and a piece of rope. The squid keeps the beer cold and the rope keeps out the raccoons.
WW; I think I’m safe down here in Palm Beach County because I noticed that all the stuff happens in central and up in the Panhandle. Just to be on the safe side, I change my under the sink genuine water purifier twice a year.
Why? Because:
Hey, he was just trying to turn his life around as an entrepreneur. This was his apprenticeship. Go easy on him.
My wife and I used to manage a 52 unit apartment complex in Fontana, CA; though it was mostly me my wife since I was deployed a lot. We had all sorts of interesting characters in the complex. The kitchen windows faced the parking lots on the outside of the buildings. We once had two girls in a unit that had a red light they’d turn on over their porch for when their drug sales department was open. They’d taken the screen off the kitchen window, the customers would throw the money in, and the girls would toss them their drugs. Many tenants were complaining their cars were being broken into; losing work tools and other valuables thanks to the druggies getting high in the parking lot and needing more funds for their exploits. I decided to do something about it so two of the tenants and I went and stood guard in front of the apartment one night. I’d given my SKS to one of them, my 9MM to another, and I had a baseball bat. The would-be customers would drive up, see us, and then drive away. We’d been out there for about an hour and decided we’d made our point. I gave the guns to my wife who took them to our apartment but stayed out there solo for a little longer. Suddenly four squad cars came roaring into the parking lot, two from one direction in front of me and two behind me. “DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND GET ON YOUR KNEES WITH YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!” You can be damn certain if followed their directions. This was right after the Rodney King incident. One officer approached me and saw that the baseball bat on the ground and asked me if I had any guns because they’d received a phone call saying we did. I told him I did not; only the bat. He asked why I had it and I explained about the druggies and their dealers. He asked why I’d never called them. I replied “I call you all the time! You guys never… Read more »
And now I want to hear more of your stories.
Wayne Gretzky saved my wife’s life one night and someday I’d like to thank him. The Edmonton Oilers traded Mr. Gretzky to the L.A. Kings and for the first time in their history they made the Finals. The “Great One” was now with the L.A. Kings and even though I didn’t give a hoot about hockey I wanted to know what the outcome of the game was going to be. Prepping for bed, I asked my wife to keep an eye on the score for me. I went upstairs in our little manager’s apartment to use the restroom when I heard rounds coming through our abode. I jumped down the flight of stairs, grabbed my 9mm and ran out the back door and around front in order to return fire at the aggressors. Naturally the cowards were gone or I’d have engaged them. The street became full of people who were calling our names in Spanish, people calling for our demise, laughing and having a grand time that us ‘gringos’ were finally showed our comeuppance by aggressively engaging the illegal alien taggers and drug pushers in the neighborhood. Even though my wife is Hispanic, that carried no leverage in reaching some of the despots in the neighborhood, and that night was illustrative of that. If you’ve never been on the receiving end of what I’m describing, trust me it’s an entirely different world. Imagine yourself and family just being shot at and then having an entire block of people come out of their homes to chastise you for surviving it. What truly saved my wife’s life was her corning the kitchen to check on the score of a hockey game as 10 rounds came through the kitchen window. Bastards killed the phone, the answering machine, much of our glassware, but they didn’t kill her and that’s what counts. When the police showed I thought they were going to arrest me (not the first time while frustratingly managing those apartments) as I was directly pointing to where the rounds came from while jumping up and down, wanting to go take care… Read more »
Wow. Now that’s quite a story. Now one thing that gets me, if those Hispanics that were living there don’t like “gringos” then what were they doing in the US to begin with (unless they were here illegally)? Sounds like Sammy was a real piece of work; I guess he was just a young punk looking for trouble?
It was primarily a Hispanic neighborhood replete with quite a few illegal aliens; and most of them were looking for trouble. I had two tenants murdered but that’s a story for another day.
I’ll tell you what’s worse than being shot at is having a bucket filled with water and human excretion rigged to your door so once you open it, the crap dumps into your living room. We spent a night in a hotel that night while the owner had our carpet replaced.
I moved the family to the mountains not long after that. My wife and mother-in-law convinced me, certain I’d either wind up dead or in jail. I took their advice and now live in a much more peaceful setting.
I am glad you got out of there sir. I hope it’s much more peaceful for you now. It’s like looking at what Puerto Rico has become, the crime and corruption are awful and have only gotten worse and will probably continue to worsen (you saw how Hurricane Maria was handled). Part of the reason why I believe in vetting for immigration and assimilation once in. I believe you should be able to contribute or be willing to instead of being a freeloader or causing trouble.
Word.
What a pair of Rocket Surgeons!
I live in Ocala. They nicknamed this area “Gods waiting room “. This place is like a granola bar. Once you get through the fruits and nuts you deal with the flakes. What drives me nuts, is the majority of the whackos are resent transplants from up north. They come down here for whatever reason and bring their idiocy with them. I’m surrounded by meth-heads and Baby boomer retirees, and half of them will tell you that they are former SF. Do you know how to tell a vehicle was made in Florida? It doesn’t have turn signals!!
Your right Jeff, Even the PBCSO cars don’t have turn signals or half the time they don’t use them.
Yeah, Buddy on Ocala. Been making about 6 round trips a year into the Tampa area to see the kids. Ocala is ALWAYS a cast iron bitch, traffic wise. Now I know why for sure. No matter what day of the week or the time of day, the gremlins show up on I 75 north & south. This is the 1st Labor Day Wknd in 12 years that I have missed making. Gonna miss seeing the Daughter & G Babies, but not the drive. I make sure I do n ot have to stop for any reason any where near there, because of the druggies, panhandlers,and box headed no driving fools.
Local sheriff’s department had a homeowner’s association meeting. During a Q&A, I asked if there was money in the budget for purchasing patrol cars with optional turn signals. That elicited a huge roar from the audience. The sheriff asked that I called him personally with the ID of any sheriff’s vehicle being used w/o turn signals being activated. I tried that for a while with no change in behavior so I said screw it. Fewer than half of the deputies use the turn signal.
Gotta love the innovation and ingenuity.
They will exceed expectations at All-Points Logistics.