I think the take-away is that your guy knows what meth looks like enough to not dismiss it as rock candy or trash and "turn it in." How much of it was he able to drop in his pocket to bring home? Also, Candy Isle sounds like the best vacation ever.
I used to work graveyard shift at a convenience store in the barrio (Mexican ghetto, for those who don't know), and I found a few bags of weed in the parking lot in my time, but only empty coke/crack bags (we don't have meth down here). The people who use those kind of drugs are usually too OCD to misplace them. For the record, I gave away the weed to regular customers whom I knew smoked (I don't smoke weed.).
About 3 weeks ago, I had a former fling FB message me out of nowhere. We went on a few dates and hooked up a little over 2 years ago. Hadn't talked in 2 years, partially because she was crazy insecure and did stuff like, the first time we hooked up she stayed over, it was a weeknight, I got up to go to work and she asked if she could just stay and sleep in. Umm, no... Last time I had talked to her, she accosted me via text about "why did you not see the serious future between us like I did?"...after 2 dates that both promptly led to fucking. So I wonder why she's texting, check her FB, see a bunch of pictures of kids, feel nauseous despite never finishing in the fashion that makes babies and multiple birth control methods being used, and do that math. Realize the pictures don't line up and then see a caption about "Im the best Aunt!". Then I dabbed the sweat from my brow and sat around in relief for 10 min.
Anyone else drunk on a Tuesday night? Sitting here, finishing off a bottle of wine, watching X-Files... and there's Skinner, AKA Mitch Pillegi. Fun story time... In the mid-90's, I was renting a room from a buddy of mine who also played in local bands in Vancouver. He was going through an ugly divorce with his fitness-model trying-to-be-ex-wife, Arlene. We were living in North Vancouver, not far from some major filming sites for the original X-Files... and coincidentally enough, Arlene was Gillian Anderson's body double in the show. Needless to say Arlene and Mitch got pretty seriously involved with each other, and before long Mitch popped the question to Arlene, and she said yes! Oh, happy times! The only downside was that she was still married to Dean, my housemate, and he was in no hurry to finalize the divorce paperwork. He was actually quite happy to intentionally delay the process as long as possible as a bit of a "fuck you" to his almost-X-wife. This meant that I routinely answered the house phone, only to talk to one Mitch Pillegi, asking to speak to my room-mate, to convince him to just sign the paperwork. This went on for probably 3-4 months, and probably twice a week Mitch and I would have an incredibly shallow, boring, "how's the weather, is Dean going to sign the papers yet?" conversation. It was actually kind of funny, and even Mitch thought it was kind of humorous... and he was a pretty nice guy through it all, especially since we all knew what a colossal cunt Arlene could be. Nice to see Mitch is doing OK.
"I'd rather be killed than arrested" said the father of ELEVEN FUCKING CHILDREN. Wish granted, douchenozzle.
Fucking wonderful. My Facebook feed just got 10,000X more annoying. Newsflash: Teenager does something stupid, gets hurt- https://www.yahoo.com/parenting/parents-of-teen-39-lucky-to-1351657200312374.html
It was either that, black guy in white face, or an inaccurate depiction of his appearance at that time.
Is it any different from Johnny Depp playing Tonto, Meryl Streep playing Zofia Zawistowski, or Andrew Lincoln playing Rick Grimes? The film makers just cast who they think would best embody the role.
I think they should stop making shitty TV movies about Michael Jackson. Did "Man In The Mirror" not suck enough as it is?
And they wonder why people are dropping cable or not signing up for it in the first place. So. Much. Shit. Let them do what they want, it's just more rope to hang themselves with.