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This is just too big to not comment upon. Seems a women spent two years sitting on her boyfriend's toilet. So many things wrong here it's hard to know where to start. I'll just voice the larger issues before moving along. First, did the boyfriend not need the toilet for those 2 years? I bet all the grass in his back yard is dead. Second, and I ask the rhetorically, what's your girlfriend-on-the-toilet time threshold for wondering if there's a problem? Third, don't tell me it didn't start to smell after a while. Fourth, was he bringing her food? If so see Question #2. Fifth, how did her legs not atrophy and die? Sixth, isn't calling a woman whose only tie to you is occupying your toilet your girlfriend stretching the label a bit? I could make a day out of this but I'll stop with number 7: Isn't every dump she takes for the rest of her life going to be anticlimactic? We'll just file this one in the "Never saw that one coming" folder. Wow.
Ares
Whilst trapped at the Secure Undisclosed Location over the weekend I gave in and perused the Atlanta Urinal-Constipation over the web, where I came across this story. Now I’m taking the angle of the article with a grain of salt, because the AJC could screw up an obituary. But the overall premise rankles the ever-loving snot out of me. Mr. Head Fed is clucking about his success with narcotics enforcement in the metro area, saying the result has been higher prices for smack and nose candy. This means the addicts have to resort to more crime to support their habit. Head Fed says his group’s work is why crime is up in Atlanta. I’m going to ask a basic question and hell is going to freeze over while I wait for an answer: How are we better off as a city with these results? The first rule of police work, everywhere on the planet, is to protect lives and property. Both are being squandered at a higher rate as a result of the federal fixation with stamping out narcotics. Cui bono? I think we can safely say it isn’t us.
Ares
This is just too big to not comment upon. Seems a women spent two years sitting on her boyfriend's toilet. So many things wrong here it's hard to know where to start. I'll just voice the larger issues before moving along. First, did the boyfriend not need the toilet for those 2 years? I bet all the grass in his back yard is dead. Second, and I ask the rhetorically, what's your girlfriend-on-the-toilet time threshold for wondering if there's a problem? Third, don't tell me it didn't start to smell after a while. Fourth, was he bringing her food? If so see Question #2. Fifth, how did her legs not atrophy and die? Sixth, isn't calling a woman whose only tie to you is occupying your toilet your girlfriend stretching the label a bit? I could make a day out of this but I'll stop with number 7: Isn't every dump she takes for the rest of her life going to be anticlimactic? We'll just file this one in the "Never saw that one coming" folder. Wow.
