Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Yellow Rivers, Part II

In the never ending quest to bring you the latest peepee news, Snabulus finds this for you:

'Potty Police' Nab Bladder-Heavy Revelers

PITTSBURGH (AP) -- Cruising down the street in a Chevrolet missing a front hubcap, the two officers checked their gear again - their guns, handcuffs and radios were right where they should be. It was going to be a busy night.

A Jimi Hendrix tune played on the radio, but they didn't seem to hear as their eyes darted left and right scanning alleys, parking lots and the rows of cars packed along the narrow streets.

The officers spotted three men standing in the darkened corner of a bank parking lot. They had action. "Police. What's going on here?"

"You've got to be kidding me," said one of the men as he zipped up his pants.

It was another collar for Officers Matt Turko and Tom Weger, members of Pittsburgh's Pub Patrol, which could also be called the potty police.


This thing is WORLDWIDE.

2 comments:

The Moody Minstrel said...

Welcome to the Universal Singapore of America.

Isn't that wonderful? The police aren't supposed to be allowed to invade your privacy, but they are allowed to invade your private parts!

Good grief (if there really is such a thing)! If they tried to do something like that here, the people would probably rise up against the government!

Vulgarius said...

Quick! Buy up all of the Q-tip stock you can get your hands on!