REST EASY, GLASGOW
Pink thong fetish flasher jailed
(Thanks to Horace LaBadie)
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October 23, 2009
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Shovelin was forced to hand over his thongs to the Crown after prosecutor Kate Potter asked that they be forfeited.
I hope the bailiff was wearing at least two pair of rubber gloves (and using tongs, too) to handle that thing.
Posted by: BillyJoeJimBob | October 23, 2009 at 11:32 AM
Shovelin was forced to hand over his thongs
And if he does it again, what'll they take?
Posted by: Lairbo | October 23, 2009 at 11:37 AM
Nicked for his knickers, eh?
Posted by: bonmot | October 23, 2009 at 11:37 AM
I'd say this guy had a lot of balls pulling this stuff in central Glasgow (think Pittsburgh) but since there's no picture we can't check (thankfully).
My favorite line was also Shovelin was forced to hand over his thongs to the Crown after prosecutor Kate Potter asked that they be forfeited.
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | October 23, 2009 at 11:53 AM
The Glasgow forfeited property auction on eBay will be unusual this year.
Posted by: Horace LaBadie | October 23, 2009 at 11:56 AM
So much for moving to Scotland...
Posted by: poorrichrichard | October 23, 2009 at 12:04 PM
Put that kilt back down!
Posted by: NotSherly | October 23, 2009 at 12:28 PM
shovelin??? shovelin what? never mind. a pythonic name.
Posted by: queensbee | October 23, 2009 at 01:15 PM
Don't people in the UK know that they're CCTV cameras everywhere?
Posted by: Cheesewiz | October 23, 2009 at 02:03 PM
I don't think that's what the normal Scotsman wears under his kilt.
Posted by: nursecindy | October 23, 2009 at 02:51 PM
I want to know what kind of pictures they looked at to identify him.
Posted by: Diva | October 23, 2009 at 02:58 PM
As a duly selected representative from the Society Of People Who Do Not Live In Or Anywhere Near Glasgow (SOPWDNLIOANG for short), I hearby offer this sentiment relating to this story, and I quote: "Whew!"
Posted by: Schadeboy | October 23, 2009 at 03:00 PM
He's done it before. So it really is a case where the thong has ended, but the malady lingers on.
Posted by: bonmot | October 23, 2009 at 03:11 PM
WTmacF?
*SNORK!@bonmot*
Posted by: Meanie the Blue | October 23, 2009 at 04:15 PM
Put 'em on
Put 'em on
Put on those pink thongs
When all hope is gone
Why don't you dress down and put 'em on
You reach into your pants
Wo-o-o-oah
And feel their gentle touch
When all hope is gone
Pink thongs say so much...
Posted by: Mr Death | October 23, 2009 at 04:35 PM
Mr Death...
I must say your poetry warms the coddles of my heart.
Posted by: billinbossier | October 23, 2009 at 04:44 PM
I have one word bon, AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH.
Posted by: Loudmouth | October 23, 2009 at 08:00 PM
*belated SNORK @ bonmot!*
also... KFC has an outlet store in Glasgow? Do the sell off the fried chicken that didn't meet QC standards of the US?
Posted by: djtonyb | October 24, 2009 at 12:56 AM
PINK?
Posted by: Bernard Scooper | October 24, 2009 at 10:56 AM