Bullets, Badges, Balls . . . Sans Brains
How can you tell if a police officer is lying to you?
The room is ice cold and he's sweating like a 12-year-old boy at a NAMBLA convention.
. . . its just too much fun sometimes!
Ah well, I'm going to order another steak from room service and relax. I fly to Washington in the morning.
The room is ice cold and he's sweating like a 12-year-old boy at a NAMBLA convention.
. . . its just too much fun sometimes!
Ah well, I'm going to order another steak from room service and relax. I fly to Washington in the morning.
posted by Moonlighting in Misery at 4:38 PM
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