Nah, I've screamed at cops in Glassboro (Rowan) and they laugh and tell your friends to not let you do anything stupid. And by stupid they mean like burn down a building, we get away with a lot.
Give me a few hours and a $8 bottle of vodka.
You want to see a shit show?
I thank you for bringing Tucker Maxx into my life, for now, I shame him with my antics.
Your screaming in a cop's face thing brings this little story back to me,
We're at Penn State for St. Patty's day and I've been heavily drinking. Its me and St. Patty's day, duh of course I'm sloppy. I have on my leprechaun hat and vest and am carrying around a 2gallon jug of Hawaiian punch with everclear and vodka mixed in. I'm shouting and carrying on. I wind up punching the meter box and the stop light, as my friends are yelling, "Quit it you dick. There's cops around." to which I reply with my usual god-like stance, "What fucking cops!? I hate pigs!" and my drunken tunnel vision stops me from walking as I see a guy dressed in blue walking along side of me.
I quickly do a Austin Powers style reverse elevator and quietly walk backwards, then run backwards, then turn and sprint as my friends are walking the other direction pretending not to know me. The cop chased me through the blocks and I just sprinted my ass off. I found my buddy in the alley hiding behind a parked car, hiding the handle of vodka i was carrying since we were underage.
Cop walks by the car and I take off running to the screaming PSU fans cheering the sprinting leprechaun on. I sprinted so retardedly fast that it was ridiculous, and I was so drunk that I took off my shirt and vest and hat, thinking that I would be "camouflaged" and the cop wouldn't recognize me. I only remember the story in drunk vision, which makes it so much more entertaining to myself.