A barber I used to go to used to tell me stories all the time and he would chat absolute bollocks to the point that it was actually tough going along with his stories. I would cringe that people waiting for their haircuts would hear it and think I was buying into his stories. Every story he told seemed to start off with him drinking exactly 24 beers. That was the start of every story he told. Anyways, my favourite one was when he drank 24 beers and decided to go for a drive. Because of how often he drank said beers, they would not get him drunk. So here he was, driving his car while 24 Stella’s deep. Police pull him over for an unknown reason (but definitely not because he was driving like a drunk person). They breathalyse him and he passes the breathalyser test with flying colours (somehow). The police though, can just tell that he’s drunk and are angry that he’s passed the test. So as they’re walking back to their police car, they call him a “foreign piece of shit”. With no hesitation, he knocks both the policemen out. Back up arrive within seconds and he knocks them out too. There was seemingly no end to this story. Until a waiting customer that overheard the whole thing suggested that maybe he might’ve also shagged the policewomen in the back of their squad car afterwards. The barber laughed at that bit and it made me wonder if somehow he included that finale the next time he told the story to whoever he told it to next 🤣