The PoliceSitting in my local pub late one night enjoying the landlord's flexible idea of what constitutes his licencing hours, a bunch of drunk blokes in raincoats burst in. Requesting to be served, one shouted at the barman "It's alright - we're not coppers!"
They were spitting images of Lt. Columbo to a man. The barman laughed them out of the pub.
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chthonic, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 10:12)
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UncleMy uncle, now departed this life, told this story every time he got pissed. Aged about 25 (that would be about 30 years ago), he was pulled over for speeding. Without saying a word, and being more than a little inebriated, he punched the copper out cold, put him back in his patrol car, and drove off. He never heard anything about it, having also taken the copper's notebook and giving his car a gook kicking.
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 15:57, Reply)
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