could have been a lot worse so I'm thankful
Amen...:Sharing One:..I'll smoke to that.
Where I lived in the UK we were in a small square with houses surrounding a bit of a park for the children.
There were two different Addresses in it..one Street..one avenue.
My m8 and his wife are lying in bed..2 am boom..the door comes in..and he wakes up with a drug squad in the bedroom..fully kitted up...absolutely Petrifying for him and his Lady..
He jumps out of bed in his shreddies..and all he can Think is he Bought a half an ounce of soap bar earlier in the night and left it on the coffee table downstairs..
By now in a panic he is sweating his nuts off Thinking I've got the drug squad going through me hoose and a big lump of soap bar sitting downstairs in open view...:slaps:..
Then one of the police team from outside shouts..Hey guys..we've got the wrong house...it was the Other #8....:Haha::Haha::Haha:
They raided the wrong address...
He said he could laugh about it Later..but at the time his life was flashing before his eyes.. "T

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They just walked away and left his door hanging off the hinges and when he complained they said call a locksmith in the morning...:no:..Licensed Thugs..