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Where Great Britain Used to Be

The police confiscated what mostly appear to be kitchen knives. And a spoon.

8 Responses to “Where Great Britain Used to Be”

  1. SPQR Says:

    And a blunted practice fencing foil.

  2. William Says:

    It looked like an assault spoon to me.

  3. Leatherwing Says:

    It was a high capacity spoon.

  4. Robert Says:

    “Found this spoon sah!”

    “Good work sergeant!”

  5. JFT Says:

    Wait until they find out about those tactical grapefruit spoons.

  6. Ellen Says:

    Can I have a plastic spork, please?

  7. Paul Says:

    The next ban will be on sharp sticks and long fingernails.

  8. mikee Says:

    Confiscated? No. A thrift shop called the police to come COLLECT the nasty sharpie things from their store, and take them, and the spoon, away. Because sale of those kk-kk-k-knives (gasp in terror)requires an ID/age check in the former empire of Great Britain and the thrift shop didn’t want to run afoul of the knife sale laws.

    Confiscation requires interactions with unpleasant people who might actually attempt vicious or drunken use of such implements of horror on one’s person. Having the illicit objects dropped off with old plates and cheap furniture at the thrift shop, then collected all in one big box from the nice thrift shop owner, is much safer all around.

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