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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Mate of mine...has had a bit of a bad run with the boys in blue.
he got done for drink-driving and possession of pills, and has to report in to the local cop shop once a week.
since then, subsequent brushes have been when his girlfriend's neighbours called the police when she fell asleep on the sofa and he was locked out, and most recently (which was one of the last straws before she dumped him) phoned her up at 1am to get her to rescue him from the police station after he was taken there by the taxi he couldn't afford to pay for.
on his way out of the door, he goes back to the copper at the booking-in desk and asks him "can you honestly tell me that you've never got really drunk and done anything wrong?"
it's not looking good for his next court appearance.
(, Mon 26 Sep 2005, 14:17, Reply)
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