Sitting 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.
(, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 10:12)
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I live in a tiny little street, about 2 inches less than 3 cars wide. Six houses each side and almost everybody has a car. So at night both sides are full.
When next-door got broken into, the coppers came and being the helpful (nosey) neighbour I went out to see if I could be of assistance.
One of the coppers looks up and down the street, turns to me and says 'Who's parked all these cars like this?'.
Errrr...
(, Mon 26 Sep 2005, 12:25, Reply)
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