how useless are the irish police force
The noble Heelers is sitting on a bench at the Luas tram station known as Red Cow.
It is 3.20pm on Thursday 4th October in the year of our lord 2012.
Beside him sits an Irish girl with shoulder length brown hair who may be in her early twenties.
She has a hard little face but is not without appealing attributes.
(Heelers means breasts. - Ed note)
She is speaking into a mobile phone.
She says:
"The police broke into Ross's gaff. They broke down the door. So now the door is just lying there. And they didn't find it. Do you know where it was hidden? Do you know where it was? It was in the bin. Ross had put it in the bin. I mean the bin would be the first place I'd look if I was in the Guards. But they didn't find it. And now Ross doesn't have a door."
It is 3.20pm on Thursday 4th October in the year of our lord 2012.
Beside him sits an Irish girl with shoulder length brown hair who may be in her early twenties.
She has a hard little face but is not without appealing attributes.
(Heelers means breasts. - Ed note)
She is speaking into a mobile phone.
She says:
"The police broke into Ross's gaff. They broke down the door. So now the door is just lying there. And they didn't find it. Do you know where it was hidden? Do you know where it was? It was in the bin. Ross had put it in the bin. I mean the bin would be the first place I'd look if I was in the Guards. But they didn't find it. And now Ross doesn't have a door."
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