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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...ah - point taken. Consider (and now observe) my previous rants deleted and on a personal note, way to fish-hook me ihaverunoutofcoke, you git :)
(, Mon 26 Sep 2005, 21:01, Reply)
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