ThatZenoGuy
Residential Zealous Evolved Nano Organism
Unless you get a necrophiliac PM, no, it won't.
Pizza.
Unless you get a necrophiliac PM, no, it won't.
The sole reason why Britain and their politics is relevant now is because Jonathan Pie exists.
When?
pics or it didn't happen
Wait till I get home
I'll hit you up next time I need to hide some contrabandnothing much, but twice I've hidden stuff in plain view and got away with it
once was a bottle of booze, I placed it right behind my leg while MP's were raiding our party at the barracks (in conscription), at the next moment I quickly handed a friend the bottle, who then jumped out the window with it, totally undetected. Excellent move on both our part
second was a small bit of hash, when cops came in for my brother, when we lived together. They came into my room, to look around, and I placed the little bit on the table, in the shadow cast by a small ash-tray. They checked the ash-tray, even brought a sniffer dog. They kept mumbling about the dog marking the ash-tray, but finding nothing. One of them suggested it might be the burned out joint-stumps in there, and I concurred with them.
Oh, a good one was once I was patted down, I had 5 grams of hash in my pocket, and they didn't find it, since my pocket had twisted around itself. Pure luck! I couldn't believe it. We stayed w the cops and joked around with them for a few moments, once the tensions had lowered
nothing much, but twice I've hidden stuff in plain view and got away with it
once was a bottle of booze, I placed it right behind my leg while MP's were raiding our party at the barracks (in conscription), at the next moment I quickly handed a friend the bottle, who then jumped out the window with it, totally undetected. Excellent move on both our part
second was a small bit of hash, when cops came in for my brother, when we lived together. They came into my room, to look around, and I placed the little bit on the table, in the shadow cast by a small ash-tray. They checked the ash-tray, even brought a sniffer dog. They kept mumbling about the dog marking the ash-tray, but finding nothing. One of them suggested it might be the burned out joint-stumps in there, and I concurred with them.
Oh, a good one was once I was patted down, I had 5 grams of hash in my pocket, and they didn't find it, since my pocket had twisted around itself. Pure luck! I couldn't believe it. We stayed w the cops and joked around with them for a few moments, once the tensions had lowered