Simple girl

I like to think that I'm a simple girl, but I'm not. No girl is. Like most single women, I try to fill my life with as many superficial gems as possible... hoping one day to have a reason not to. Because this girl's not waiting around with her fishing line dipped in a fishless ocean... this girl's gonna shop, eat, drink, laugh, cry and date the hell out of the city. And I'll share it all with you.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Hands behind your backs, boys

When my little brother Dean was 2 1/2, he thought it was pretty damn funny to strip down to the nud (diaper and all) and run around the house when my parents had guests over for dinner. It was cute and funny.

Now he's in his early 20's. He still thinks a nudie run is a pretty hilarious party trick. Unfortunately, the Victorian Police don't think so.

Dean was no doubt the instigator when he and 8 mates decided to strip down to nothing but their runners (he's strongly believes in good foot care) for a streak through the streets of Melbourne last night. According to Dean, they were being cheered on by passers-by in the street, egged on my motorists beeping their horns and adored by women of all ages looking on (I doubt the latter) until they literally ran into two cops walking the beat. The cops, one male and one female, made them line up in a single file facing the road with their hands behind their backs.

"Cold night for a run, isn't it boys?" the copper asked while walking the line of embarressed boys. "You look cold. Glad to see you had the common sense to put on some decent shoes, though. Well done."

The copper made them stand still, naked, for a good 10 minutes before marching them all back to their hotel for clothing. He then took their out-of-state contact details (they were on a end-of-season footy trip from Gold Coast), and gave them a warning. I doubt Dean will ever take his clothes off again.

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