Posted on 04/02/2012 12:33:56 PM PDT by trailhkr1
Cops: Accused Prostitute Offered Undercover Officer Sex For Cheeseburgers Off McDonald's Dollar Menu
The woman, the detective reported, replied that the pair “could go have sexual intercourse if I bought her two double cheese burgers off the dollar menu at McDonald’s.” The cop added, “I agreed to the deal and purchased the hamburgers for $2.75.”
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It seemed a good response to your attempt to censer the thread at post #150...
Thank you for my second lol of the day! *Priceless*!
That was good! I needed a laugh.
I like the glasses, I guess. The bows have to be adjusted a little though, so I may go to Walmart to have them do it. But not today. I’m not going any farther than the mailbox today!
At least you can see farther than the mailbox!
THAT, my dear, is a HUGH bonus! ;o]
Ha-haaaa!
Where my balloon?
Why my ears ringing?
What dis damp rag?
Claws are such an inconvenience.
That looks beautiful.
Us non-liturgical types DO miss out on a few things.
The only time we have actual fire in church is Advent.
No back yard.
Just snow, eh?
I have meese and kittehs, sqirles, and robbens, and no snow at all!
Do you still have snow Bob?
The Daffodils.
The daffodils have come and gone,
Summer is crowding Spring,
Our snow resides in globes of glass,
And green's on everything.
The green revolution has arrived,
Absent the solar panels,
And the wind that was to spin for us,
Is having to go through channels.
What is this Winter of which you speak?
Is it the dew on the grass?
If this is the fate we're supposed to avoid,
Global Warming can kiss ...
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Darn! I was so close to having a complete poem, too.
Awesome!
I couldn’t think of a rhyme to finish it.
Oh, well. Another crumpled piece of paper in the waste-basket.
Spring is teh-sprung here. The grass is growing much faster than the Epic Fail Lawn Service wants to mow. We’ll probably go to the botanical gardens on Monday, unless the weather doesn’t match the forecast, Imperial Weatherman, in which case we’ll clean the laundry room or something.
One of the guys on the NC board lives about 10 miles south of me, and he’s got hummingbirds, but we aren’t seeing any yet.
That’s a very fine censer! The incense set off the fire alarm at St. Luke’s Redneck Evangelical Catholic Party Barn tonight. I covered Kathleen’s ears. Half the Mint Hill Fire Department are parishioners, but we’ll have to improve the ventilation by tomorrow, or Father Gary will get a nasty-gram from the city. Lots of kids waving fans, perhaps, like in “The Ten Commandments.”
We have a baptismal dipper from Santiago, donated by my ministry leader, Dona Edra, the Spanish Battleaxe. Please say a prayer for her late husband, Don Miguel, who is probably trying to get Sionnsar to learn the Galician bagpipe and play at all-night Spanish blowouts in the Hereafter!
This is sad.
Worse, it's been thrown to those loons of the Undead Thread.
Obtain some small ungulates to eat your grass. Fit all of them with plastic unicorn party hats.
When the usual people with their usual intimidations and threats call, just say, "If you people don't stop making these prank calls about imaginary unicorns, I'm going to call the police!"
That should take care of everything.
Loons?
Sounds like a plan. Lawn service expresses desires? Wow.
G’night, y’all!
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