The pridiest moment of my life
is still walking home froma club rather worse for wear, while eating a kebab. I duly threw wrapper of said kebab on the florr when I had finished. A rather nice rozzer of the female kind pointed out to me the error of my ways, and asked me to pick up said wrapper, and place it in the nearest convinient rubbish receptical insatallation. My reply to this was a tirade of abuse that would make fat cat and satan blush, culminating in me gettig my cock out, and saying suck on this bitch. I know it beggers belief, but she was actualy not to impressed, to the point where she got on the radio to some of her colleages, who turned up with motorised transport to cart me of to the local police station. My mate who walked past says he still remembers with glee seeing me cuffed in the back of a police car, cock still hanging out, sying to the young rozzer next to me " Give us a kiss, you know you want to". I also pissed on the desk at the cop shop while they were booking me in.

And my punishment for said crimes. A warning for drunk and disordily.

Yes it turns out in the holiday season in Newquay, no one goes up before the judge, as there are so many D&D's every night it would clog up the courts, so abuse the police all you want.

Apologies for length, but I'm a twunt of the highest order you see.
( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Wed 28 Sep 2005, 3:51, Reply)