A guy in Seattle recently found himself calling in the police to help him find his lost stash of coke. That's certainly a bold move. Calling the cops to report that you've been trafficking drugs, and you lost them.
Would you believe it's 68 pounds of powdered sugar?
Why would someone turn themselves in to find lost drugs, you ask? It's cause the people he was working for would've done something much, much worse. It's like a bad movie. Apparently, the dangerous mob people really do exist. The kind of people that would leave you in a field in Canada with no thumbs to hitchhike home with, or force you to drink a glass of kool aid laced with antifreeze, or even replace your arm with a working tether ball, so you can be nothing but a fun game for kids to play with in a schoolyard. Basically, the worst kind of people.
The kicker? A boy scout found the drugs. A good, wholesome boyscout. Instead of deciding to become potentially the most rich and fun boyscout in the pack, he turned them over to the police. Good job, kid. You're not going to pay for college by earning a merit badge in marshmallow roasting.
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