My dad had a story from back in the early 70s when he had business in our county court facility, which had holding cells on one of the upper floors. He’s waiting for the elevator when a couple of cops come up with a (white) guy handcuffed between them. He’s pissed and mouthing off, then he spits on one of the…

Got caught in a car in a hailstorm with my parents when I was 5-6 years old and it was terrifying. The hail was hitting so hard it cracked the windshield and knocked the dome light out of it’s socket. I was hiding in the back seat footwell waiting for it to end. Car looked like a golfball when it was over.

No shit, I’ve always gone for a small 4 door sedan for exactly that reason. No need to add “Blind spots the size of California” and “I have no idea where the back end actually ends” to my list of driving trip based hassles.

His plan to fake his own death to get the conviction overturned is going perfectly but for one minor detail.

Or Gay for that matter.

I was gonna say, his plan to fake his own death to get the conviction overturned has so far only hit one speedbump.

Government research brings us cancer treatments, “free market innovation” brings us boner pills.

Got you covered.

Black man, black woman, latino, any way you cut it there’s no way a similar incident wouldn’t end with a half dozen cops pumping bullets into the car like they were facing off against Bonnie & Clyde.

The problem is that they’ll ignore warning signs and lesser displays of aggression, racism or general incompetence and only take action when a civilian is dead and it’s blindingly obvious that it was because the cop was a fuckup. It would be far better for all concerned if assholes like this guy were fired before they…

I remember incidents from a decade or more ago, one involving a mentally ill black man with a sword, the other a suicidal black man with a gun. In both cases the cops recognized what was going on and spent hours resolving the situation with no deaths. The mentally ill guy they spent a whole day trying to deal with him…

“Look maybe I didn’t read every single tiny syllable no, but basicly I read it yeah...”

It’s getting so a cop can’t even come screaming onto the scene hopped up on adrenaline and spray bullets around with no information or thought anymore. Surely this will embolden the criminals and lead to the downfall of civilization and freedom. /s

Put me down for one of these, but with the car sounds from The Jetsons.

It’s like the Law of Similarity in traditional magic, but applied to language.

I like the geckos, basicly the chinese version of having a St Christopher’s medal hanging from the mirror.

I think you’re right.

Jesus... That’s what happens when you think that your fucking sports-ball thing is the alpha and the omega of all things.

Whenever we went to see my mother’s mother (150 miles away) on Mother’s day or her birthday it was the default to stop at KFC on the way and pick up food. Everyone got fed with with minimal cleanup and the alternative was going to a buffet on Mother’s day and nobody wants that. I’m sure that terrible husbands do…

Of course he’s a coach, of course.