“These aren’t my pants”
Blew me away the first time I heard it. Laughed my butt of for the next few times after that. Then it became routine, maybe once every couple of weeks someone would try it.
Typically when they were being arrested, we’d have to search them for inventory and find: pipes, baggies, knives, etc. Which – according to the suspect- just happened to be in the pants when they put them on, and didn’t notice they were in the pocket until we found them.