I thought of that too. $200 ticket for driving with out a tag on your mirror or $175 for driving with a tag hanging from your mirror.

And they start getting tickets for the tags in the mirror by non local LEOs.

Someone from the state should step in and tell them to knock this shit off now because its just going to waste tax payer money. It is also illegal to drive in NJ with something hanging from the mirror that obstructs view. While the local PD may not issue tickets I could see state and county LEO taking advantage of…

There goes the residents Amazon deliveries.

Wow the people of Leonia are fucked...

Real problem for police is that they can’t work. First passing wazer will rat them out.

Every other town in the area should start ticketing motorists with bright yellow tags for driving with an obstructed windshield.

Why is it that if a guy takes a handoff, runs it into the end zone and the moment he breaks the plain it’s a score, even if the ball comes out immediately after he breaks that plain? Yet if you have a situation like the above where he clearly catches the ball and reaches across the plain, with possession, and the ball…

On a run: the smallest sliver of football must touch the invisible world-spanning plane for it to be a touchdown.

I don’t know what’s going on with me today - maybe it’s Cheetolini getting his ass handed to him last night, maybe it’s The Honorable Omarosa getting hers handed to her, maybe the drugs finally kicked in - but “...that is not the Rude Negro I am familiar with” gave me a giggling fit. And I mean no offense to anyone, I…

And it’s not like Paulson is eighteen or Holland’s student/employee. They’re grown adults who met and fell in love. It’s the same reason I don’t have a problem with much older men having younger wives if “younger” means “mid thirties and I wasn’t earmarked at fifteen at my dance recital.”

Those cheekbones are just out of control. Imagine if the two of them were able to have a child, it’d be like one of those Japanese steel knives.

A centipede crawled into my laptop fan and died last year, and I’m absolutely convinced my computer’s quirks are the centipede’s tiny spirit haunting me.

Tangentially related: when my grandfather died about 10 years ago, one of the pieces of furniture my grandmother gave me when she moved out of the old house was a big, beautiful, oak desk and a matching chair. They brought it home with them from Germany when my grandfather was stationed there as an officer in the US…

I guess as far as dictators go, it takes Juan to know Juan.

No dilemma. As long as the money isn’t going to said dictator, it’s a piece of history before anything else.

It’s gorgeous, but probably haunted. So you have to factor that into the equation.

No dilemma, that is other than being poor. That’s a dilemma

in some alternate reality I would like to think this would be the news we talk about and try to resolve not Trump for a year