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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The man in the gabardine suit is a spy.
The man in the gabardine suit is a horse.
The man in the gabardine suit is a chicken.
This should cover all bases.
Wow, congrats! Are you a math natural?
Or, the horse in the gabardine suit is spying on the chicken. His bow tie is really a camera.
It sounds like a terrific horse!
And no, I’m not a natural at math. I had to practice, practice, practice, just as my unfortunate Offspring will.
The fat man sits on the roof.
The pigeon sings by the river.
Code and response for a conversation containing secret info.
It only works with certain people, though. ;o]
Crock pot funeral today at 0900, at the Dumpster east of the ramada by the office.
Eulogy has already been said, turning the air in the kitchen a lovely shade of blue. The tears were thanks to the onion.
Me, too. However, if you fiddle around w/it long enough, you can find interesting stuff. For instance, I fooled around w/a maximization problem for two or three hours one time trying to figure out how to check my answer (had graphics calculator but we couldn’t use those w/exams). Turns out that if you draw a straight line between the coordinates, you just draw the perpendicular bisector of that line through the point of origin, and you’ll have the coordinates for the maximization. It only works for rectangles, though.
I observed a moment of silence for the crockpot.
I’ve been trying to “check in” for my flight tomorrow, but the site is telling me that 9:20 a.m. tomorrow is more than 24 hours from now. I suspect Pat is involved in calibrating their space-time continuum.
Fantastic—now I have three code/responses for secret information. What happens if you can’t keep a secret?
Sorry for your loss.
You're never heard from again!
It's the death of civilization as we know it. I'm seeing this more and more often.
If I wanted life without books I could simply move to . . . Tuscaloosa, Alabama (no, that's not the town; and they do print Bear Bryant coloring books and football recruiting guides).
I’ve been to Tuscaloosa. I wasn’t bad, around 1984, but iirc they had a big tornado come through in recent years.
I just broke the damm crock for my crockpot. grrrrrrrrrr
Push to test, release to detonate.
Ummmm, could I see those directions again?
Be careful his bow tie is really a camera...
The funeral has already been held. Additional comments may be added in Sanskrit.
Sorry for your loss.
I can buy you both new crockpots after my trip to Florida, if you’d like.
It was the Sanskrit that pushed you over the edge, wasn’t it?
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