Any plot to assassinate the president is die-Obama-cal.
crime
I committed a crime during Oktoberfest, and my friend ratted on me to the cops. Man, what a schnitz.
The police picked up the sleepy looking priest, as a parson of into-rest.
How does theĀ arsenic killer justify himself?
“Hey – I’m not such a bad poison.”
The private detective looked for suspicious clues in the court transcripts, but found it was a read hearing.
NED: I’d like to form a lynch mob.
ED: I dunno, that’s pretty extreme.
NED: Just think of the posse abilities…
Kim Kardashian made off with a stolen auto. When cops found her, there was copious junk in her trunk. And the rack was overloaded.
The NBA player was charged with reckless driving under the influence of alcohol—and summarily convicted. For the prosecution, it was a slam drunk case.
I come from a proud family of accused murderers. Growing up, my mom used to remind us, ‘you can always depend on the kindness of stranglers.’
What’s a flasher’s favourite meal?
Stroganoff!