AnonymousOne of the B3ta team danced on stage at the Brixton Academy dressed as an enormous white rabbit, and lived to tell the tale. Confess the stuff – good or bad - you've done anonymously.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 14 Jan 2010, 12:10)
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Calling In The CopsMy old workplace was in a small office building. Next door, a motel served as a magnet for vagrants of all sorts. At night, drug-selling hoodlums converted the office building's parking lot into a drug bazaar. (Ironically, the excellent security lighting in the parking lot attracted the hoodlums, because it made it easier to count the money).
I didn't like this state of affairs, so I'd linger long after work and wait, gazing out the one-way windows, until Satan's minions were busy flashing their cash and drugs. Then I'd call in the cops.
Sometimes the cops responded in time to catch the drug dealers, and sometimes they didn't, but eventually all the hoodlums grew paranoid, sensing they were being watched, and left the vicinity.
(, Sat 16 Jan 2010, 6:11, Reply)
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