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Posted on 03/23/2021 5:24:03 PM PDT by simpson96
Edited on 03/23/2021 7:18:38 PM PDT by Jim Robinson. [history]
The morbidly obese ex-NYPD cop who’s suing the city for a tax-free, job-related disability pension was notorious for stuffing his face before health problems cut short his career, former colleagues said Wednesday.
Jose Vega, whose weight more than doubled from 180 to 395 pounds during his 17 years on the force, was known to routinely scarf down entire roast chickens or multiple slices of pizza during meal breaks, cops said.
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Manhattan has a Supreme Court??
Great story. I don’t know where to start with the jokes on this one.lol
Don’t police departments have physical fitness requirements any more?
Supreme Court of the State of New York is the trial-level court of general jurisdiction in the New York State Unified Court System. All 62 counties have a Supreme Court.
The New York Supreme Court, Appellate Division is the intermediate court of appeals and the New York Court of Appeals is the highest court in New York State.
$120 grand/year and he’d make a point of losing the weight as soon as the court rules in his favour.
He’d be back to a relatively slim 200lbs in a few years and still collect his pension.
Officer..your eyes look glazed over have you had your donuts today?
Probably smelled like roses in the springtime. Just a guess.
I’ll have four fried chickens and a coke.
$6200. a month buys a whole lot of Baked Bean-BBQ Beef Burritos!
ADA.
My little elephant joke come true. Chew, Mrs. Goldfarb, chew! There is so much more of you, More to adore of you, 'Cause you're not slender. In your white dress, you're a doll, Big as the Taj Mahal, In all its splendor.
When you're in department stores, Don't use revolving doors, You might get stuck, Dear. When you use the telephone, Go in the booth alone, And lots of luck, Dear.
You had for breakfast: two pounds bacon, Three dozen eggs, one coffee cake, and Then you had something really awful, Four kippered herrings on a waffle. Nine English muffins, one baked apple, Boston cream pie, Philadelphia scrapple.
Seventeen bowls of Crispy Crunch. Then you said, "What's for lunch?" Sweetheart, you are giant size. You are Lane Bryant size, My darling Myrtle. Last Thanksgiving I was thrilled. You ate so much, you killed Your living girdle.
Have another dozen shrimp, My lovely little blimp. Don't count a calorie. I have just received a stub. I owe the Diner's Club A whole year's salary.
Eat, Mrs. Goldfarb, daily, nightly. Eat, though your chair is bending slightly. Love of my life, I'm glad I found you, Each day I take a walk around you. I can't forget when we got married. Over the threshhold I got carried.
No other bride would be so sweet. Eat, Mrs. Goldfarb, Eat!
So he’s not a “hero?”
this is why there USED TO BE fitness requirements
“Don’t police departments have physical fitness requirements any more?”
Even with hiring of marginal applicants many police forces are shorthanded.
Ate himself into a 75,000 per year retirement. Not bad.
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Depends how many donuts he can put done in a minute
Done> Down
It would be interesting to know the obesity rate of law enforcement compared to the general population by decade.
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