Damn Bouncers....
Once upon a time I was out in a town some 30 miles away from home with the missus and my sister. We had plenty to drink and at about 10:30pm went to a club.

The stupid twatage of a bouncer refused to let me into the club because I was wearing black "combat trousers". They were nothing of the sort, they just had an extra pocket on the legs. Not having spare trousers I came up with a cunning plan. (bare in mind, I was a bit pissed).

We went into a pub around the corner, ordered a drink each and I then took one pocket in each hand and ripped them from the main part of the trousers. They came away fine aside from a tiny hole where they were attached.

I shoved said pockets into the normal pockets, finished my drink and headed back to the club. This time the bouncer let me without question!
( andy206, Thu 12 May 2005, 13:46, Reply)