What do you prefer on your burritos? Meat cooked long before being shipped all the way from Chicago, beans of suspicious origin, or ninety-seven varieties of salsa? Honestly, none of this really matters when you’re intoxicated enough.
Thursday, June 16th, 2016 • Filed under Murderers, Other Weapons
If you could teach a parrot to say anything, what would it be? Would it sing you to sleep? Creatively insult your ex-boyfriend while you shared a bottle of red wine? Make conversation with your less amicable extended family members for you? Personally I’d make sure it memorized my grocery list and also token bedroom phrases.
Can you imagine being famous for one stupid thing you did? Worse yet, what if this stupid thing became your moniker? It’d be like living in a middle school sit-com made for middle-schoolers. How would people recognize you if not for your accidental bodily functions or your idiotically phrased comments?
Sunday, May 22nd, 2016 • Filed under Theft
Everybody has that moment when they realize they are unequivocally, irrevocably, irreparably in love. Personally, I knew I was hooked when my boyfriend removed the plaque “in case of fire, take stairs” from above the dorm elevator buttons and placed it tastefully on his bathroom wall. In retrospect, if I really loved him, I wouldn’t have publicized this legally dubious anecdote on a popular crime blog.
Sunday, May 22nd, 2016 • Filed under Break-Ins
Nothing’s scarier than hearing noises home alone at night. Every squirrel on the roof is a serial killer, every car on the road is a violent cop coming to arrest you for whatever you got up to on nights like this in high school. And when the ice falls out of the ice maker in the freezer? It’s Nostradamus.
Sunday, May 22nd, 2016 • Filed under Caught on tape, Theft
What’s your most daring attempt at stealing? Have you swiped something from a friend’s home, or perhaps had the audacity to shoplift? Do you prefer the sentimentally or monetarily valuable? For instance, comedian John Mulaney insists his fans steal family photos from strangers’ homes, permitting them to procure an eclectic collection.
Saturday, April 9th, 2016 • Filed under Assaults
I remember being disappointed by the fact that my parents own very few videos or photographs of my elementary school performances. I was an absolutely stunning sign-holder in our production of School House Rock and I’m sure my xylophone expertise moved audience members to tears during our fifth grade Christmas concert. Unfortunately, all of these experiences are now at the mercy of human memory’s fickle nature.