Thread: Thiefs!

At the Waihou Hotel several years ago a patron on leaving the premises found a low-life fucking with his ute so dragged him back into the bar, laid him on the floor and stood on his throat and ordered a beer and then used the phone to call the law. If the low-life didn't move he shifted his foot to the chest but if he squirmed at all the boot slid back to the throat. Several patrons gave the low-life a little nudge with their boot as they went past. It was some time before the law finally arrived, while the low-life was still groggy but standing, the ute owner asked the cop if he could have one last word with the low-life, "yeah sure" the cop says and with that the ute owner fed his fist deep into the belly of the little prick...cop was really pissed off as he then had to carry the bastard to the car.