Anyone who wants to know more about how the state’s case should have been easily blown apart should listen to the Undisclosed Podcast. The phone records, medical examiner’s report, and investigative mistakes all lead to one conclusion: Not Guilty.
The police told Jay Wilds to cooperate in building a case against Sayed…
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Why is this?! Why?!
That picture is what nightmares are made of.
^ Belongs at the National Portrait Gallery.
FUCK YOU NEO-LIBERAL SWEATER-VEST LOVERS. WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST SWEATER SLEEVES.
Right?! Smart and witty can even make a sweater vest look sexy to me.
Nothing controversial about it - he is totally rocking that sweater vest (and I think it’s kind of hot).
PRAISE BE!
I have never washed any of my cats. They seem clean. I thought they cleaned themselves. Am I doing something wrong?
Sir, I wish to make a bid on the movie rights to this story.
Woah, that is the most Florida thing to ever Florida.
To preface this: the following story takes place in Florida.
Haha! Well now that I’m older, I can see why it’s exciting as a mom, but as a former teenager, she should’ve at least had the decency to wait until I had passed out for my very first mid-day period nap to make the call, COME ON!
I was a 14 year old band geek dating another band geek. One day I come home to find my mom furious and my big tough dad crying. No joke. Like someone had fucking died.
The summer after high school graduation and my boyfriend was staying the night from out of town. He slept in the guest room and, in the morning, I went in and laid on top of the covers next to him (with the door left open, of course, because rules). Soon after, two or three of our cats also jumped on the bed.
My alcoholic father brought a cooler of beer to our first family swim at the indoor pool at the YMCA. Good times. I could go on.
When I was 3 years old, I accidentally murdered my pet goldfish. My mom came into the living room after having one of those “it’s been too quiet for too long” realizations, and found that both I and the goldfish we had procured that morning were missing. She found me a few minutes later, giving the goldfish a tour of…
DYING. Used to walk Costco behind my dad as he just let.them.rip. I couldn’t. Couldn’t handle it. He would walk faster the faster they came in an attempt to outwalk them. But I would be so annoyed to be at butt level that I would start loudly asking him why he can’t stop “Farting in public, dad.”