Nice going, Sosa! Just when baseball’s on an upswing, and the Cubs are going to face the Yankees in the biggest game for Wrigley since around 1903, you pull this shit. Oh bravo. Oh and eventually I’ll post the whole saga of the old cat who lived at grandma’s, but in short, he had to be put to sleep.
A poem written on the fridge by me. No clues.
Actually, this has nothing to do with the book or the field Mrs. Ipstenu and I passed on our way to Cleveland. My retarded cat is dying and I don’t have spell check. I wrote the excerpt while on kablog, which is nice but has a limited interface…. Three lines isn’t enough. More poisted now.
Crime pays, but it also puts you into debt in a way that most people find hard to extract themselves.
We need more laws with stiffer penalties to rid our community of drugs. To be sure, these laws make smuggling and selling and buying drugs more risky. That, in turn, drives up their prices – thus making them more profitable. So more money and work goes into expanding the market for the contraband, ergo the more laws there are, the more crime there is.
This is being shared since I was trying to answer a question about a recent CSI episode on a board I frequent, and it came out so nice, I thought I should hang on to it. Hey, this is how the snuff film entry was written!
One less airport in this toooown. Dick’em’daily shut down Meigs Field in the middle of the night. Oh, I’ll be at a wedding this weekend, and the Fan Girl in me squeels at getting to meet the Lethal Doses author!
Everyone else is writing about the Oscars, so why shouldn’t I? Normally I don’t watch them, but I did this time. Nothing else was on. Cope.