Pooksta
Member
Me and me mate Thorpey were out in the police patrol car last night coming home from bushfire relief duties. We saw a car doing way over the speed limit in a built up area so we decided to pull it over for a "friendly" chat.
I got out and Bazza (Thorpey) was close behind me. I approached the driver who was of Middle Eastern appearance. I asked his name and got some Mohammed type response in a heavy accent. I then asked him for his driver licence. He produced a current Iranian licence. I asked how long he was in Australia for. He said only another few days then our task here is complete. I paused for a think and then asked if the car was his. He said no, it's not mine. I said "Who's is it then?" He said, "Rent a Bomb".
You shoulda seen Thorpey do a quick retreat and get back in the car, quickly followed by yours truly. I dropped his licence on the road as we took off quicksmart! Iranian and bomb in the same sentence was enough for me. Down the road a bit we pulled over and laughed our socks off..
True story..
Lee... :ya2:
I got out and Bazza (Thorpey) was close behind me. I approached the driver who was of Middle Eastern appearance. I asked his name and got some Mohammed type response in a heavy accent. I then asked him for his driver licence. He produced a current Iranian licence. I asked how long he was in Australia for. He said only another few days then our task here is complete. I paused for a think and then asked if the car was his. He said no, it's not mine. I said "Who's is it then?" He said, "Rent a Bomb".
You shoulda seen Thorpey do a quick retreat and get back in the car, quickly followed by yours truly. I dropped his licence on the road as we took off quicksmart! Iranian and bomb in the same sentence was enough for me. Down the road a bit we pulled over and laughed our socks off..
True story..
Lee... :ya2:
