Sunday, August 12, 2007

Ohhh, Snap

He ain't gotta sell nothing, 'cause this stuff here just sells itself. Ain't it funny how much some milquetoast convict starts talking, once they've gone from hand-in-the-cookie-jar to real-prison-time? The flash to bang time just works its magic.

This out of New Orleans: More shenanigans nipped in the bud.

Thank your men and women, and thank you Jim. Keep up the good work. Please.

(HT: Gentilly Girl)

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