The PoliceSitting in my local pub late one night enjoying the landlord's flexible idea of what constitutes his licencing hours, a bunch of drunk blokes in raincoats burst in. Requesting to be served, one shouted at the barman "It's alright - we're not coppers!"
They were spitting images of Lt. Columbo to a man. The barman laughed them out of the pub.
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chthonic, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 10:12)
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Ew.Once, when I was about three or four years old, my parents decided that we would drive from Florida to Maine and back again, as we'd just moved and neither of them had a job just yet.
So, we went on our way, and somewhere along the journey I developed an inexplicable fondness for tuna. I had eaten tuna for lunch, and some hours down the road I was feeling very queasy, so we pulled off to the side of the road, since nowhere else to stop was in sight, and almost immediately a friendly copper decided to come see what the problem was. My father had just lifted me out of my seat, and turned around to say something to the officer, and I puked in his face. The policeman made his apologies for interupting and climbed, puke-smeared, back into his car.
I'm so proud!
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 22:38, Reply)
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