I told a desk sergeant2 years ago that the piece of hashish (half an ounce) in my pocket was for medical reasons i.e. I had Myalgic Encephalomyelitis, and the dope was the only thing that worked for the pain and discomfort. I did it in a nice calm, reasonable middle class voice, with the occasional wince of pain. He sooooo believed me. I didn’t forget to hobble as I left the station (I’d been brought in by a different copper after being stopped and searched at 3am in Victoria). Which was so effective that the desk sergeant caught up with me 100 metres from the station, looked around, and slipped me the dope back!
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pxyzyzygy,
Tue 25 Nov 2003, 11:52,
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the only problem beingthat this post was the biggest lie he's ever told.
sucker!
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zog why change it now?,
Tue 25 Nov 2003, 12:00,
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similar............at college i greened out in the loos after a heavy lunchtime bong session and was discovered by my form tutor.
He asked me if i had anything i wanted to talk about, and, with remarkable mental dexterity considering my state of mind, i told him i wasn't eating properly and had come over all weak and collapsed.
As i was (and still am) a scrawney so and so, he ate this right up, and i took great care to ensure he never saw me consume anything other than cups of vending machine tea for the rest of the year, a small price to pay for escaping expulsion!
I do feel rather guilty as he often took me to one side and asked me if things were OK whilst handing me leaflets on eating disorders he had obviously gone out of his way to obtain!
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Tue 25 Nov 2003, 12:02,
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He asked me if i had anything i wanted to talk about, and, with remarkable mental dexterity considering my state of mind, i told him i wasn't eating properly and had come over all weak and collapsed.
As i was (and still am) a scrawney so and so, he ate this right up, and i took great care to ensure he never saw me consume anything other than cups of vending machine tea for the rest of the year, a small price to pay for escaping expulsion!
I do feel rather guilty as he often took me to one side and asked me if things were OK whilst handing me leaflets on eating disorders he had obviously gone out of his way to obtain!
Nope.And I'm very glad it isn't. You can get done for dealing with bits of dope over an eighth.
( pxyzyzygy,
Tue 25 Nov 2003, 12:11,
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