'I'm a eat you': Crazed naked man high on bath salts threatens to eat police officers as they try to

Daily Mail ^ | 11:37 EST, 3 July 2012 | Daily Mail Reporter

[fanfan]

Glad to hear it.

No complaints here. Well, maybe some, but who cares? ;-)

Do any of you Tweet? I do a bit, and I sometimes wonder if it wouldn’t be quicker to chat through twitter, than wait for the FR servers. It could free up the servers for important, political threads.

[fanfan]

What’s going on?

[visualops]

late to the thread...the expanding cake is the best!!

[HKMk23]

...so we shoved a statue into the rift to seal the breach.

Well, that explains the grimace, and the funny walk...

[Silentgypsy]

I established a Twitter account to follow some hilarious activity involving Obungle. Otherwise, I don’t go there. If you establish a reason, I’ll go.

[Darksheare]

I don’t tweet, I also don’t has a book made from a face.
Social media thingies I stay away from.
Mr. Zuckerburg and his privacy ‘tweaks’ concern me enough to stay far away from his baby.
So I stay away from all of them.

[Tax-chick]

[Darksheare]

Hey, how was I to know the dimensional breach was actually part of a larger entity?

[Tax-chick]

It’s a mistake anyone could make.

[Darksheare]

It kept the transdimensional baddies out though.
Soo I guess it worked out alright?

[Tax-chick]

Anything that keeps the transdimensional baddies out is a win. We have enough problems of our own.

For instance, I keep dropping eggs.

[Darksheare]

You aren’t dropping them, the floor is stealing them.

[Tax-chick]

I think Ash is making me do it - she gets to clean up when I’ve dropped an egg (or four).

[Darksheare]

Now THAT is a retired greyhound.

[Tax-chick]

Ash put the capital R in Retired.

DP and I were pushing Kathleen around the block last night, and we met a family with a couple of strollers and an “Italian greyhound.” It was about half the size of Ash, and not retired.

[Darksheare]

Not retired?
Meaning it was trying to do the warp speed thing all over?

[Monkey Face]

I was sorry to hear about the Meatloaf Disaster. I suppose it’s beyond recovering?...

[Monkey Face]

You’re not dropping eggs: you’re conducting Gravity Checks in various parts of the kitchen. *snirt*

[Darksheare]

I think so.
It came through the DarkFAX and promptly ploaded.
*hissed, puffed up like a toad and then exploded.

It has been scraped off the surfaces in here and used in horrible experiments.

[Monkey Face]

Wellden...The DarkFAX Meatloaf Disaster shall be in the annals of The Unexplained Food Attacks forevermore.