Officer Stenroos being rushed to a hospital after a reported shooting that detectives say was a hoax. (ktla)
Officer Stenroos being rushed to a hospital after a reported shooting that detectives say was a hoax. (ktla)
After reading your previous comments on this article, thought you might be interested.
LOL!
If he shot himself there would be residue on the vest not present from a shot fired from a greater distance, such as by the imaginary burglar. Can’t hide from standard gunshot forensics today.
Did this guy hose up and shoot himself THEN cook up the story to try to hide his stupidity, or vice versa?
What a loon.
I hope he heals up soon so he can start paying back the cost of the massive response. =8-O
As a union school employee it will easily be a year or more before he can be fired, if that’s the route they choose, and they’ll probably settle for resignation with a one-year severance.
Thought you might be interested.
The story reeked from the beginning.
I thought something was up when the policed asked for if any had seen what the officer was doing before the shooting on local radio.
Barney? I knew barney, and you’re no Barney, Irving!
(Well, finally Irving got three slugs in the belly.
It was right outside the Frontier Deli....)
He was short and fat, and rode out of the West
With a Mogen David on his silver vest.
He was mean and nasty right clear through,
Which was kinda weird, ‘cause he was yellow too.
They called him Irving.
Big Irving.
Big, short Irving.
Big, short, fat Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
He came from the old Bar Mitzvah spread,
With a 10-gallon yarmulke on his head.
He always followed his mother’s wishes,
Even on the range he used two sets of dishes.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sissy Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
A hundred and forty-one could draw faster than he,
But Irving was looking for one forty-three.
Walked into Sol’s Saloon like a man insane,
And ordered three fingers of two cents plain.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big sport Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
The James Boys was comin’ on a train at first sun,
And the town said, “Irving, we need your gun.”
When that train pulled in at the break of dawn,
Irving’s gun was there, but Irving was gone.
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big help, Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Well, finally Irving got three slugs in the belly.
It was right outside the Frontier Deli.
He was sittin’ there twirlin’ his gun around,
And butterfingers Irving gunned himself down!
Irving.
Big, fat Irving.
Big dum-dum Irving.
Big dum-dum dead Irving.
The hundred and forty-second fastest gun in the West.
Really.
Barney used his bullet?