I should have been arrested
Faced with The Law when I and a bunch of equally idiotic mates set off a load of loud explosions down the local chalk pit, we blamed bigger boys who had run off. Tell us of the times when you got away with something naughty and slightly out of order.
Thanks to MatJ for the suggestion
( , Thu 26 Jan 2012, 13:36)
Faced with The Law when I and a bunch of equally idiotic mates set off a load of loud explosions down the local chalk pit, we blamed bigger boys who had run off. Tell us of the times when you got away with something naughty and slightly out of order.
Thanks to MatJ for the suggestion
( , Thu 26 Jan 2012, 13:36)
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Music, the international language
A mate of mine went travelling, supporting himself by busking with, of all things, a hurdy-gurdy. Now, busking naturally brings one into frequent contact with local law enforcement, but he was expecting this. What really pissed him off was the attitude of customs officers, who saw him carrying a strange-shaped case and invariably decided to pull him and have a butchers inside it.
After the umtpy-umpth time this had happened, he started to sing a song about it, while waiting in the queue. Ever the busker. Something along the lines of "Ain't got no mariujana, ain't got no ecstacy. Not carrying cocaine, or even LSD."
Not, in the end, the wisest decision, as any non-english-fluent officers would just have heard "xxxxxxxx DRUGS xxxxxxxx DRUGS xxxxxx DRUGS xxxxx..." Consequently his ringpiece got fingered more often than the fretboard.*
The ironic part was he lived his life entirely drug-free, didn't even drink.
* If hurdy-gurdies even have a fretboard, which I have no idea about
( , Mon 30 Jan 2012, 10:29, 2 replies)
A mate of mine went travelling, supporting himself by busking with, of all things, a hurdy-gurdy. Now, busking naturally brings one into frequent contact with local law enforcement, but he was expecting this. What really pissed him off was the attitude of customs officers, who saw him carrying a strange-shaped case and invariably decided to pull him and have a butchers inside it.
After the umtpy-umpth time this had happened, he started to sing a song about it, while waiting in the queue. Ever the busker. Something along the lines of "Ain't got no mariujana, ain't got no ecstacy. Not carrying cocaine, or even LSD."
Not, in the end, the wisest decision, as any non-english-fluent officers would just have heard "xxxxxxxx DRUGS xxxxxxxx DRUGS xxxxxx DRUGS xxxxx..." Consequently his ringpiece got fingered more often than the fretboard.*
The ironic part was he lived his life entirely drug-free, didn't even drink.
* If hurdy-gurdies even have a fretboard, which I have no idea about
( , Mon 30 Jan 2012, 10:29, 2 replies)
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