Skip to comments.Cops: Accused Prostitute Offered Undercover Officer Sex For Cheeseburgers Off McDonald's Dollar Menu
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 McDonalds. The cop added, I agreed to the deal and purchased the hamburgers for $2.75.
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Does your state or county have a digital library? TN, AZ and GA do. They aren’t exhaustive, but you can get a lot of interesting publications. Every once in a while, I get hard copy when the digitals aren’t available, but I don’t borrow hard copy any more.
Looks like a bad era for crockpots.
My Sanskrit is rusty. How about ancient Chaldean?
I’m missing something here. What’s the connection between your trip to FL and crockpots? Did you mean crocpots? More accurately, gatorpots or pythonpots?
“Never use a preposition to end a sentence with.”
Sounds good to me!
How’s your Mom, SG?
Heh! That would be very nice!
ive spent the morning reformatting the computer. Ay-yi-yi!
I wasn't going to dig into your personal behavior. Don't tell me you're among the unwashed hordes who believe you are a better person in the Eyes of God if you drool and wear houndstooth . . .
And those ribs came from Jerusalem Heights, Alabama. The home of the Third Matching Institution between Alabama Insane Hospital (Bryce) and W.D. Partlow Developmental Center claimed them once they became famous.
It’s hard for me to stay in between the lines when I color in a digital library book.
Yes, we must be accurate about our reptiles!
The connection is chronological: I'm leaving early tomorrow morning, and by the time I get back, we'll be moving right along toward payday, and I'll know whether I can afford new gatorpots for my perspicacious FRiends this month.
I had a visit from the AC repairman today, and the stove-repair person will be along on Thursday to price replacing the stove's electronic control unit. Le sigh.
Ending sentences with prepositions is a barbarism up with which I shall not put.
*You* could do it! We have tremendous belief in your many competencies and support you >100%.
I’ve never really approved of houndstooth, and I didn’t drool much in the 80s; however, my teeth have moved around since then.
Thank you for your support. My mother used to do that. So did P.D. Eastman, although I can never forgive Go Dog! Go!
I wonder what Alison drew?
Don’t tell me you have a Masters in Taxation is from (gasp) Dante’s Inferno in Crimson and Tapioca.
I won't jinx you by mentioning the . . .
When you knit a sweater dress, I can understand losing count and making the left arm too short or the skirt too short, but when you draw your own sweater dress . . .
San Antonio, Texas, has a climate similar to the Inferno. Tapioca is not a popular food there, however.
I just got out my “front-back” baby carrier, figuring it will help me get Kathleen through the airport, and it turns out she really likes it. She’s just hanging here, slobbering on one of the fasteners. I’ll need an extra towel or two in my one little carry-on bag.
Mary had a little lamb
Its fleece was black as soot
And everywhere that Mary went
Its sooty foot he put.
Kathleen and I are packed for our trip: everything we need in one gym bag.
Shamus and Murphy fancied a pint or two but didn’t have a lot of money between them, they could only raise the staggering sum of one Euro.
Murphy said ‘Hang on, I have an idea.’
He went next door to the butcher’s shop and came out with one large sausage.
Shamus said ‘Are you crazy? Now we don’t have any money at all!’
Murphy replied, ‘Don’t worry - just follow me.’
He went into the pub where he immediately ordered two pints of Guinness and two glasses of Jamieson Whisky.
Shamus said ‘Now you’ve lost it. Do you know how much trouble we will be in? We haven’t got any money!!’
Murphy replied, with a smile. ‘Don’t worry, I have a plan , Cheers! ‘
They downed their Drinks. Murphy said, ‘OK, I’ll stick the sausage through my zipper and you go on your knees and put it in your mouth.’
The barman noticed them, went berserk, and threw them out.
They continued this, pub after pub, getting more and more drunk, all for free.
At the tenth pub Shamus said ‘Murphy - I don’t think I can do any more of this. I’m drunk and me knees are killing me!’
Murphy said, ‘How do you think I feel? I can’t even remember which pub I lost the sausage in.’
Took me a second to realize that was a real cat...
This is a test post to find the wittiest response.
To what? She asks, coyly.
I know, I know *hangs head* never use a preposition to end a story with...
Is coyly still around? I haven’t seen her post in a long time.
Vaya con Dios!
You are something else, nully!
The comma denotes a phrase with a modifier. I think. Coyly in that sense was not capitalized, and not a noun.
(And I have forgotten 90% of what I learned in English classes! LOL!)
How did Kathleen like her first adventure?
We miss you! LOL!
Howdy! Deer all over the place around here. Last years fawns. You can tell they are young they almost come right up to to while eating the fresh grass. Rain today.
Hey, you! How are you feeling? Spring really is trying to get to you!
Hiya! Yes Spring is in full on mode! For some reason my bones ache more during this time of year. I am walking with Fred now a short bit.
Plan on walking the “loop” as well call it up here during sunny days.
I can give you some places to get herbal meds to help your joints, if you wish. I know what different seasons do to joints.
It’s good you have Fred to help you! I know he is aware of what you are enduring.
PS: The Stig is a singing fool! LOL!
When he molts, I miss him, even though he is 6” from me. Birds become almost ill when they molt; it takes so much out of them. I make sure he gets extra nutrition.
He is SUCH a companion!
When I can, I will get a harness and leash for him so I can take him outside.
Sure pm me the herbal meds info please!
Simple answer, we're hard to teach.
Let me put it this way;
By accident we learn things,
Intentions hardly count.
All the stuff you know youll need,
Isnt a large amount.
Pain we have still with us,
Our teacher from the start,
We might prefer such guidance had,
Not so perfected the art.
But what we learn by accident,
Is often worth much more,
The mysteries you bump into,
You wont find in an open door.
NicknamedBob . . . . April 19, 2008
Forgot to credit the site...
I always credit the guy who writes my poetry for me.
Hahahahaha! I have a brother who is like that! LOL!
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