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So he was dropping his girlfriend off at her house and he was taking my grandfather’s NEW truck.

The police pulled him over and he put his hands on the steering wheel, like you’re supposed to do, and he waited on the police officer to approach him.

The police officer informed him that he pulled him over because there was something wrong with the tailpipe of the truck (keep in mind, brand new truck) & that he needed his license and registration, so my cousin gave it to him.

As the police officer went back to his car, my cousin called my grandpa and told him that something was wrong with his tailpipe on his BRAND NEW TRUCK.

My grandpa, thinking something was not right, asked where my cousin was and went to arrive where he was being pulled over at.

Back to my cousin, waiting on the police officer, 3 more cop cars pulled up and one had a K-9 dog with him. My cousin, confused, asked what was going on. The police told him nothing, not to worry about it. He kept talking to my cousin to distract him, but my cousin saw in the rear view mirror that the police officer with the K-9 dog had something in his hand.

The police officer with the k-9 dog called the other police over and told him, “the dog smells weed.” My cousin does not smoke, and my grandfather doesn’t carry weed.

When the police asked my cousin if he had any drugs on him, my grandpa pulled up in his car. At the very moment, the police with the K-9 dog got back in his car, & sped off. The first police officer told my grandpa, “we’re done here.” & left in his car with the other cops following him.

Guys.

The police officer was going to try and plant weed in my grandpa’s truck.

He was going to say that it was my cousins.

My cousin could have been the next hashtag on our social media networks.

As a Bangladeshi male, I demand the bindi back on behalf of my Desi brothers and sisters.

Last year, I wore traditional Bangladeshi clothing to school one day as an experiment. ‘Ha, is that a dress?’ ‘Aren’t those jewels a bit feminine?’ ‘Do your people actually wear shit like that?’ In spite of these comments, I wore my payjama-panjabi with pride. I wore my culture because I have seen how my Desi people have suffered, forced to abandon their culture to assimilate. I wore it because some of my Bangladeshi friends forsook the Bangla language in order to blend in. I wore it because my cousins would apply Fair and Lovely day after day to hide their melanin-enriched skin. I wore it because my mother was ridiculed by complete strangers for wearing a bindi with her salwar kameez on Eid.

I have this friend on here called Kame.She’s a sweet soul who does EVERYTHING in her power to talk to me.

But for some strange and peculiar reason it seems the universe has hatched a plan to try and keep us from talking.

I have this friend on here called Kame.She’s a sweet soul who does EVERYTHING in her power to talk to me.

But for some strange and peculiar reason it seems the universe has hatched a plan to try and keep us from talking.

I have this friend on here called Kame.She’s a sweet soul who does EVERYTHING in her power to talk to me.

But for some strange and peculiar reason it seems the universe has hatched a plan to try and keep us from talking.

Ninjago Birthday Scenario Game!

Add the letters in your first name using the numbers below =)  - Under 60 points= NOT TOO SEXY - Between 61-300 points= PRETTY SEXY - Between 301-599 points= VERY SEXY - Over 600= THE ULTIMATE SEXIEST

A=100 B=14 C=9 D=28 E=145 F=12

G=3 H=10 I=200 J=100 K=114 L=100 M=25

N=450 O=80 P=2 Q=12 R=400 S=113 T=405

U=11 V=10 W=10 X=3 Y=210 Z=23