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Strolling through
Amsterdam airport security recently I got patted down and forgot the spliff I had in my top pocket.

On picking it out and holding it in front of my face I told him it was perfectly legal. . . he was about to pass me through when a larger security person decided to take me for a walk to a cosy room behind the glass. . . the twat wanted to confiscate it on the basis it was illegal.

He also refused to say where my spliff would go after he had taken it. The cheek of it!

I was about to argue the toss on the basis I could walk back to open air and smoke it. . . when I remembered the lump of black I had in my hand luggage.

Possibly the shock of someone asking for a spliff back threw him but he actually found it funny and let me go through.

My girlfriend thinks I am a bit of a worry.

I say. . . fuck 'em
(Sun 5th Mar 2006, 1:56, More)