Sunday, 7 March 2010

And what fucking business is it of yours?


Sex dungeon' found in sleepy Devon village!


Screams the Telegraph,

Officers were alerted after neighbours reported "unusual behaviour" and "strange sounds" coming from the four-bedroomed house in Lee Mill, Devon.

Oh fuck, unusual behaviour! better call in the flying squad, which, essentially, is what they did. 

Police arrived with battering rams to raid the home

But didn't fucking need them did they 

but after a plain clothes officer knocked on the door the residents let them in

So essentially the gist is that it's not okay what you get up to in your own home anymore, or with your mates. I suspect there is some "oh dear there is a brothel in this house!" prosecution drive on the go but fucking seriously! Not enough gun crime, stabbings, corrupt wonks, burglaries and happy slapping going on for cops to take an actual fucking interest in?

Better buy a lot of fcuking grey and start walking round with my fucking head bowed, better start not stepping out of line, better fucking start sticking to missionary position, socks on, lights off if I don't want a visit from the rozzers eh!

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