whiskey tits
i went to a massive attack/dj shadow concert. i didn't want to pay $7 for beer. i wanted whiskey. jameson 1780. i wanted good whiskey at a fair price, so i decided to pack my own in. expecting a more thorough search and frisking at the gate, i hid booze in snack-size ziplock bags inside my brassiere cups.
note to self: double-bag next time.