Wednesday, October 06, 2004
It’s a sickness, I tell you
E-mail between JB and me this morning re: his story about the Lake County cops finding a dude growing his own pot stash (my comment's first, natch):
It's what we do, man.
When I sent it in the lede read "The volume of Cheetos going in and out of
the Porter Street home should have been a tip-off," but I guess Diane
thought that inapropriate. Imagine.
>> ---------- >> From: (Broad) >> Sent: Wednesday, October 6, 2004 9:39 AM >> To: JB >> Subject: You HAD to bring up the snacks, didn't you!?!?! >> >> "Members of the Lake County Drug Task Force stepped around scattered >> packages of snack cakes and bags of Cheetos on the floor of the bedroom >> ..." >> >> Fucking PRICELESS!
>> ---------- >> From: (Broad) >> Sent: Wednesday, October 6, 2004 9:39 AM >> To: JB >> Subject: You HAD to bring up the snacks, didn't you!?!?! >> >> "Members of the Lake County Drug Task Force stepped around scattered >> packages of snack cakes and bags of Cheetos on the floor of the bedroom >> ..." >> >> Fucking PRICELESS!
It's what we do, man.