We got him!
It’d been a while since I’d had a drink, I was feeling pretty lonely and the smell of stale food trapped in my beard was getting to me. So I decided to drink all the alcohol I could lay my hands on, and when I could no longer feel my legs it happened, they came and found me. I could do nothing other than stumble out of my hidey hole and give myself up to the soldiers. Damn drink, it was all going so well up to then.
Submitted by Saddam H
Landlord @ February 27, 2008
