I witnessed a crime
Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."
Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
Freddy Woo writes, "A group of us once staggered home so insensible with drink that we failed to notice someone being killed and buried in a shallow grave not more than 50 yards away. A crime unsolved to this day."
Have you witnessed a crime and done bugger all about it? Or are you a have-a-go hero?
Whatever. Tell us about it...
( , Thu 14 Feb 2008, 11:53)
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Another story from china
Basically, it went down like this:
My best friend (6' and 140lbs) & I (6'2, 220 lbs) were in China taking a semester abroad... somehow in Chengdu, a group consisting of ourselves and fellow students managed to find an 'Authentic Irish Pub', (probably the only place in china you can find Guinness on tap). Anyways, after getting good and drunk one night, he disappeared down an alleyway to piss. When we realized he was missing, we traced back our steps to find a group of a half dozen teenage thugs (weighing no more than 8 stone apiece, at best) shoving him, while we laughed, amused... until we realized they were trying to steal his wallet. As he was wearing sweat pants at the time, they had a hard time getting into his pockets... So they pushed him over, and pulled his pants off of him as we were finally realizing what was happening and ran to his aid... needless to say, the little fuckers were fast runners, certainly far more sober, hand knew exactly where they were running to; so we couldn't catch them. We had to escort him, wearing nothing from the waist down, back to the dorms whilst trying to stifle our laughter the whole way.
Apparently, after we got back, he quickly realized that his key to his room was also in those pants, so he spent the night in one of the girls' rooms borrowing her pink bathrobe until the front desk opened in the morning and he could get back into his room.
And he swore he'd kill me if I ever told this story...
( , Mon 18 Feb 2008, 17:47, Reply)
Basically, it went down like this:
My best friend (6' and 140lbs) & I (6'2, 220 lbs) were in China taking a semester abroad... somehow in Chengdu, a group consisting of ourselves and fellow students managed to find an 'Authentic Irish Pub', (probably the only place in china you can find Guinness on tap). Anyways, after getting good and drunk one night, he disappeared down an alleyway to piss. When we realized he was missing, we traced back our steps to find a group of a half dozen teenage thugs (weighing no more than 8 stone apiece, at best) shoving him, while we laughed, amused... until we realized they were trying to steal his wallet. As he was wearing sweat pants at the time, they had a hard time getting into his pockets... So they pushed him over, and pulled his pants off of him as we were finally realizing what was happening and ran to his aid... needless to say, the little fuckers were fast runners, certainly far more sober, hand knew exactly where they were running to; so we couldn't catch them. We had to escort him, wearing nothing from the waist down, back to the dorms whilst trying to stifle our laughter the whole way.
Apparently, after we got back, he quickly realized that his key to his room was also in those pants, so he spent the night in one of the girls' rooms borrowing her pink bathrobe until the front desk opened in the morning and he could get back into his room.
And he swore he'd kill me if I ever told this story...
( , Mon 18 Feb 2008, 17:47, Reply)
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