effing the ineffable
blogging without reason, timetable, narrative or a fucking clue
Sunday, January 18, 2004
And one from
"I'm arresting you for a breach of the peace. Anything you say may be taken down and used in evidence."
"Oh. In which case: Ouch. Ouch. Bastard coppers. Stop hitting me."
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