Picky, Picky. You know what happens when you bring the wrong toothpicks (seriously, there’s a right kind of toothpick?) to your engineering class? Something kind of like this, apparently.
Oh, What a Tangled Web We Weave … when first we practice to deceive the cops by giving them our little brother’s name when pulled over for an alleged DWI and then later he is accused of killing someone.
Fourth Meal, Indeed. Police tracked a pickup truck from the Mexico border to an Arlington Taco Bell (seriously, there’s a run for the border joke happening there somewhere). The truck had much liquid meth ($10 million worth, to be exact) in its fuel tank. I’ve gotta ask, though: Uh, was the truck on a trailer? And also, with all the other crap used to make meth, would you notice fuel residue in your crystal meth?
Poor Timmy. Yeah, this might just be a thing. What will become of this, though?
Moment of Zen. It’s been a long week, and just in time for the weekend comes some stupid weather (or, rather, less perfect weather than we had for the past two days). So apropos of nothing, I give you this moment of Zen. Unless you hate babies. In that case, you should click this instead.
