Bombs away!
I never - whilst drunk one weekday afternoon when a uni student - went to a mate's rooftop flat in the city. It was not 6 storeys up and his flatmate was not there. I did not spy a collection of large glass jars on the terrace and I most definitely did NOT lean over the side of the building and drop a half dozen or so one after the other amongst pedestrians on the main street of my home town below. The jars did not - thank fuck - hit anyone (that part is true).
The police did not come up and question me briefly and I did say it wasn't me.
Def not one of my prouder teenage memories.
(wino.NZ The Ayatollah of rock n' rolla..., Thu 22 Sep 2011, 5:55, Reply)