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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Earlier this yearin the mighty Cork on a stag do, the sport of "roadwork sledding" is developed - turn one of those red/white temporary lane separators over and you get a very unstable slidey thing you can sit in. Whilst hammering up and down the road, two drunk but lovely young lasses ask if they may have a go.
As one of them approaches full speed with us pushing a car from the local constabulary pulls up
"oh cocksocks" thinks us
"now then boys" they start "are you been careful with those wee lasses?" we nod vigorously "Right you are then boys. carry on"
fucking love Cork ;)
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the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Fri 23 Sep 2005, 14:21,
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