Beer glasses
Not sure if this is freebie abuse or plain theft but here we go...

Back in my hazy teenage drinking days I would regularly hit the town on a Friday night, as is the tradition. One night I was wearing a particularly baggy pair of trousers with very deep pockets, and fleece with one of those "unipockets" at the front.

After a few hours and a few more boozes, I started thinking it would be a good idea to see how many pint glasses I could stash in my combined pockets. I was sliding every glass that I or my mates finished drinking from into one of my many capacious pockets and then moving on tt the next bar.

After about an hour and a half I was laden down with pint glasses, shot glasses and tumblers and it was difficult to walk without making a lot of noise. To get to the next bar, I had to pass a couple of coppers, so I thrust hands in pockets and held everything tight to minimise the sounds I might generate. Looking as innocent as possible I sauntered past and just as I went by the second copper..."clink"...

"what you got in your pockets son?"

Bollocks.

I had to stand in the street and empty out 22 pint glasses, 4 tumblers and 20 shot glasses from my various pockets into the arms of one copper while the other asked me what I thought I was doing....

"I found them in the car park officer, I was just taking them back to the pub..."
( BlueHaze Chutney. All good., Fri 9 Nov 2007, 11:09, 2 replies)

Bollocks...
For a second, I read that as being your response to the copper's question...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Fri 9 Nov 2007, 12:15, closed)

On reflection
I wish it had been
( BlueHaze Chutney. All good., Fri 9 Nov 2007, 13:49, closed)