Lock up - User contributed short story

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I’m nineteen years of age. I’m standing in the dock. There’s a Judge.
A right snooty f***. He’s staring at me. Got a twinkle in his eye. And
for all I know, he’s as bent as a nine Bob note, and wearing ladies
knickers and push-up bra in the bargain. Or he’s one of the old
school. Fancies a tipple. Got a flask of Johnny Walker concealed under
his gown.


So the Judge squints at me and says:

Have you anything to say before I pass sentence?

Yes your honour. I’ve gone. I’ve got plenty........

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