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Apr 16
lily!we went to a party
in an old colonial house see
us three out our heads on
a mo-ped,no crash hats, no lights
following the taxis!!

but lo! up ahead!
a police road blocked!
slow down arther man!
get on the right side of the road..
passports?
do you know where the party is..

o shakedown..!
luckily i had left the family jewels behind
and only 50p in cash-but arther the swiss banker
paid..!lol..
how much he would nt say but i had
cunningly held my hashish in my hand
while turning my pocket out.. only
four fingers gave me away..

he said you will go to prison for one
year..arther was crying..lol..but the cops lost
interest and let us go on-gave me back my
hash..and i was ready for them on the next night
with my pretty mademoiselle parlez-vous-on the beach..
the party was good i think-the imperialistic back drop just
fine..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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