Some people have crazy stories to tell that absolutely no one will believe–they’re that wild. But, why not share your absolute craziest stories with complete strangers on Twitter and see if they believe you instead?
One woman’s story is going viral on Twitter because it’s so insane, everyone is asking “how?!?” Erin’s day started off with some dog poop from her dog, Dwight, but ended rather “Breaking Bad” style when cops raided her compound she lives in and discovered some crazy things in her neighbor’s apartment.
Someday I will tell you the story of the day I had today, and it will be the greatest twitter story I have ever told.
Someday.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
I feel like I should just have another beer and tell it now.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
Strap in, y’all. I have a feeling this is going to be crazy.
This story starts with my dog taking a shit on the bathroom floor, and ends with me cleaning out a meth house.
Hold up, I need a beer.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
Okay. Let’s do this. pic.twitter.com/R1Zvr6jDqD
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
So about a week ago, Dwight took a shit on the bathroom floor. It was my fault; I was gone a lot longer than I’d expected. So when I walked in the house and smelled it, I thought yeah, okay. Harsh but fair.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
So I walk into the bathroom to clean it up, and look down and…there is a footprint in the dog shit.
Adam was at work the whole time.
I hadn’t stepped into the bathroom, but I checked my shoes because…what.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
It was not my footprint.
You guys. I was shook.
A ghost stepped in dog shit in my bathroom and did not even clean it up.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
We live in a little compound with four units, and we’re good friends with the people in two of them. The third was rented out for just this month to a very strange couple with an adorable husky puppy.
So I ask the friends.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
“Um, hey, did anyone come in our house this afternoon and go in our bathroom and step in dog shit and then leave?”
…
No. Not the friends.
At this point I feel like it’s even odds ghost/weird neighbors. Nothing is missing, so I clean up the shit and start locking my doors.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
Fast forward to today. I’ve been locking my doors and closing windows because the neighbors are creepy. I lock up, and head out to my car so I can pick up the kids I babysit from school. I’m parked in the alley out back, which is super convenient.
Usually.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
Today, however, the end of the alley is blocked off by at least four unmarked police cars. There are a dozen cops. I can kind of see someone handcuffed on the ground. Lots of plainclothes cops. Shit is going down.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
It’s a dead-end alley. I’m blocked in. I figure I need to ask them if they can move the arrest over a few feet. Nbd. I set my car keys, phone, and wallet down on the seat of the car. And then, distracted af, I hit the lock button.
And close the door.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
You guys.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
Have you ever locked your whole life in a car in the middle of a police raid.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018
I do not recommend it.
I froze. Like a deer in the headlights. And I literally looked up at the sky and said…wait what happens now.
— Erin Burr, sir (@erinscafe) April 18, 2018