I once ended up in a very odd argument with a copper on leaving a local nightclub
Wandered outside with a mate and spotted the old greasy burger van.

"Mmm, hotdog" shouts sportscow and hurtles over to fill his fat face full of cat offcuts with tomato sauce when plod gets out of an unmarked car parked nearby and asked what I've just said. "Mmm, hotdog" says I. "No, you didn't, you said pig" says Inspector Gadget.

In the end, the owner of the hotdog van had to vouch for the fact that I was merely going to be a customer of his that evening before the copper would let it drop. FUCKING PIG!

Alt:
Couldn't give a shit. Harvest whatever organs are still working (few I'm thinking) then bin the rest. I will be dead so I dont give a fuck
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Tue 25 Oct 2011, 11:09, Reply)