finders, keepers, losers, weepers
I used to do a lot of work for mobile dj's (repairs, designs, etc.). Anyway, once upon a saturday afternoon I was given an amplifier to repair by the wife/girlfriend of one such chap - fuses blowing or something like that (I forget). Anyway, the wooden box that it came in was lined with sponge. And that sponge was lined with a big bag of white powder that somebody had been dipping into to keep themselves awake during the usual dull ceremony that is the wedding disco.

Obviously, I didin't want to get caught with several grams of charlie, so I called my friends over and we polished the lot off. Took 24 hours to get rid of it all between the three of us, so you can imagine how much was there!

The dj never mentioned the stuff, but I don't remember seeing the girl again. Made £40 on the repair, too!

I won't ever apologise for anything. Friends would never expect you to, enemies would never respect you for it.
(downhill without brakes . It was the worst day of my life, Fri 1 Jul 2005, 10:05, Reply)