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« on: October 12, 2007, 02:09:25 PM »
Hurrah! I got a criminal record.
Me and my friends went out 2 weeks ago and then we all remembered we were broke.
So i went into the nereby shop, loaded my legs (even the pelvic area) with bottles. I had a large coat on, so I stuffed them in everywhere.
So I literately rattle to the counter for my purchases (One chocolate bar).
I then pay, but drop my wallet. Thats fucking right.
And, of course, I pick it up, and yup, you guessed it. BOOM CRASH BOOM, Im soaked with WKD bottles and the like.
He went MENTAL. He said to me "If it happens again boy, I will BAN YOU HARDER!". I laughed in his face, I couldnt control myself, that was the funniest thing since when I was 10 years old and my teacher called my cup a beaker. (rofl... just giggled at that too)
Anyway, he calls the police, and im like shit shit... I run as fast as I can out of the shop, the remaining beers setting off the alarms.
Suprise suprise, the fricken nazis show up with there mp40's and arrest me. All my fucker friends whipped there cocks out at the police car and got put in too (a hole van for ourselves).
We got to the police station and were wetting ourselves as we all got our pictures taken and fingerprints done.
FUCK ME. FUNNIEST NIGHT EVER.