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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Don't Talk BackGot 'picked up by the fuzz' one night (a long long time ago) after engaging in drunken horseplay with a phone box. The guy at the station had to fill in a form so they could put me in a cell for the night.
All went well until we got to the qualifications section (why do they need this information?)
PC: A Levels?
Me: yep.
PC: What in?
Me: Physics.
PC: Ahh, the physics of vandalising phoneboxes?
Me: Err, no.
PC: Any more?
Me: Chemistry.
PC: Ahh, the chemistry of vandalising phoneboxes?
Me: Err, no.
PC: Any more?
Me: Maths.
PC: Ahh, ...
Me: Look, for fucks sake just...
At this point I got a good slapping. Well, I deserved it.
(, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 11:50, Reply)
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