You asked for it, you got it.
In an episode right out of Criminal Minds, a funeral home owner was making a tidy profit by dismembering corpses and selling off their body parts.
In another episode right out of Criminal Minds, a woman is killed when a rogue wave hit a cruise ship. Now I don’t remember hearing about deaths aboard cruise ships when I was a young man, but now, with the unpredictability of the seismic underwater activity in our oceans, rogue waves occur anytime, anywhere.
You don’t see them in a big hurry to advertise the waves as part of your vacation plans.
I’m not going to comment on the six month jail sentence given a soulless witch who locked her dog in a closet to overheat, starve, and die.
God, I wish we still had the Code of Hammurabi.
You go load up the family, head towards the beach, and now you get the wacky idea to drive the car over the cliff to the crashing surf below.
But nobody died.
When everyone comes to, I wonder how the Dad, Doctor Dumbass, will color this little incident.
They might just put him in jail.
After all, it is California.
And with everything else going on, now evidently we are not prepared if aliens contact us. Like we don’t have enough stupid shit going on with human beings to worry about.
If aliens are the all-powerful beings we assume they are, they will be smart enough to recognize the worthlessness of man, and just load up and leave.
Prisoners somewhere (I didn’t bother seeing where) are complaining.
I’m sorry, did you say something?
You’re in prison, asshole.
Deal with it.
You can always give them only a half-star on your rating.
While some smelly animal sticks a shiv in your side.
Todd Chrisley is reacting to rumors he is gay.
This one won’t take Columbo or Kojak.
Or a rocket scientist.
Hell, Inspector Gadget could figure this one out.
You don’t hear a whole lot of positivity when it comes to cruise ships anymore. They have made these monstrous floating amusement parks so big and so full of kids, that it is yet another reason we don’t go on cruises.
Sporteating seems to be the most popular activity to go along with power drinking, and neither appeals to me anymore.
Eleven people died on New Year’s Eve in Ohio. That number seems extremely low, and I say that gratefully.
I ask and pray every year that people do not drink and drive in the ultimate pot-calling-the-kettle-black routine, and it is not up for debate that my absence from the drinking “scene” has made all streets safer.
Time to get back on the horse, so to speak, and get back to work. (Not me; I’m retired).