The weirdest thing happen about an hour ago

(i've got a photo which i will post tomorrow, my comp is acting up at the minute)

I was sat on the comp updating my websites when i thought someone knocked on the door, thinking in may have been next door i didn't get up. 10 seconds later someone knocked again and i realised it was our door, with it been twenty past midnight i thought it was one of the lads with the bright idea to come round and rub it in about me stopping off the booze. I got up to unlock the door, realising i didn't have the keys i banged on the front window but i couldn't see anyone. I went in the kitchen and found my keys, i unlocked the door to find thing fairly big guy asleep on the pavement, i live in a terraced house and our door opens straight onto the street. After shaking him and shouting to try and wake him up i returned back because he wasn't waking up. So i phoned the police up, i couldn't leave him outside all night and the station is only 2 minutes away. When they arrived (12 of em in a van) they got him to come round a bit, asked if i recognised him which i didn't. At this point my dog managed to crawl through my legs and start to fuss around all the coppers, i went and grabbed him, at this point the drunk dude open my front door and tryed to get inside, 12 coppers there and i had to grab him with one hand as i had the dog under my other arm. The cops asked him what his name was and he couldn't remember, when they asked him where he lived he mumbled Chapeltown. The police started to piss themselves, i live near the 4 tower cranes in Barnsley. They put him in the van and took him up into town for a taxi home, he must have had 40 pints to think Chapeltown is a five minute walk from the town centre.

Bloody Sheffielders are flipping stupid

 

You should have pissed on him while he was laid on the pavement...or better still the Dog could have laid a egg on him /poo

 

something weirder than that happened yesterday afternoon

was in the garden digging over a very overgrown, messy corner, cricket on the radio ... and honestly a cream and jam doughnut fell out of the sky. There was nobody in either of next door's gardens, possibly it got thrown from the field over the road at the back but I couldn't hear anyone. Maybe a bird dropped it but I am absolutley sure a cream and jam doughnut fell out of the sky and was promptly eaten by the dog, unfortunatelt that robbed me of proof to everyone else but I'm sure I wasn't dreaming (seestars)

 

I had similar going to a match last season

Walking up the street and up an alley, half of a cig (lit) landed just in front of me, no one around, no windows open!