Pepper Spray
Firstly – couldn’t decide if I should post this or not – it’s a friend of a friend story (clearly bollocks, but, slightly funny) Please ignore if you don’t like urban legends.

Anyway – Years and years ago a friend of a friend of a friend (Lets call him..Chad) went to South Africa on holiday for several weeks. On his return his mate (Gary) went to visit him and found that he had brought a suitcase full of weapons home. He had Tazers, knifes, airguns – the normal shit a weirdo nutter would buy when on holiday.
Chad told Gary that he had brought him a present and handed him a metal case holding six small pepper sprays. Within minutes they had both sprayed each other and agreed that they would never do that again – It was fucking painful - so…..what to do with the remaining cans???

Well – a sick-nutter-pull-legs-off insects brainwave occurred to them like a fart from the depths of Satan’s Oxo tower – they would take turns to sneak into the female toilets of the local pub and cover the toilet paper with a thin and invisible layer of the pepper spray. They would then happily sit and enjoy their pints, tactically seated, while the ladies would come out of the toilet looking like the strangled bastard lovechild of William Shatner and John Wayne.

It was their guilty pleasure - until they were caught.
( KISS.ME.WHERE.I.POO Signed the sex offenders register on, Tue 18 Mar 2008, 12:03, Reply)