Experience the great taste of fruit yogurt the way that Jehovah God,
Buddha & Jesus Christ intended you to: totally isolated by yourself
or absolutely alone with your elderly grandmother in a cave 5 miles
from the closest Dairy Queen! Yogurt comes from cows. They have
yogurt glands just like sheep. When a lamb croaks 78 zillion oxides
are released into the air where they are inhaled by flying fish. After
a flying fish breeds with another one lots of these oxides explode at
a specific time specified by God when He is in Heaven on His huge
throne. Jesus often is there to back Him up. Sometimes there are 45
billion or more angels watching 'cause it's so **** to see fish gettin'
it on. 1 Friday, when Jesus was eating lunch, a nice angel flew in to
report on fish, oxide & stuff so Jesus offered to split a jug of Cuban
wine. Well, the angel declined so Jesus ordered her to drink a lot &
she got totally ****-faced so Jesus told her to relax on His big couch
for awhile, which she did. 12 hours later, after sobering up, she was
cleared for flight so she flew back to her apartment to feed her kitty
that was very fluffy and had beautiful features: a small nose & legs.

Karen wriggled seductively on the railing, opening and closing her *****-***** a lot to impress Bob, her new lover. He smiled approvingly. "I adore your *****-***** and I want to meet your sister to see hers." That night they both became werewolves. It was so scary to see. "Bob, look at my *****-***** now! Do you notice how they've changed?!" Bob bent over to see. "Yes, and my **** is different too. It's much more canine." In the morning Karen's sister arrived from Tulsa (which is 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵 spelled backwards). "Quick! We need to see your *****-***** now!" They commanded in unison (which means 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦). "Sure! Here they are!" The sister exclaimed with extreme passion. Bob was impressed and wanted to embrace them with delicate force like he was in the coast guard again but Karen wouldn't let him.

Participate in the police interrogation. Hold court in a windowless, bland, block room. Confession is good for the soul. Get it off your chest and you'll be rewarded with a prison sentence that you would've avoided had you kept your mouth shut. Nothing you say can nor will, in any way whatsoever, benefit you. You have everything to lose and zero to gain. The interrogator, even if he likes you, CANNOT testify on your behalf (for the defense) as he works for the prosecution. He CANNOT & will not (as promised in countless hokey movies): "put in a good word for you with the judge."

A jailed person's admission of guilt IS the cops' case against that jailed person. A jailed person is a prisoner. Policemen are captors. If the cops had an actionable case against the jailed person then the jailed person's admission of guilt would be unnecessary. Don't let the cops hold court in an interrogation room. Nothing you say will be of ANY help to you. Telling your side of the story WILL NOT help you. Cops NEVER testify on behalf of those whom they've arrested and interrogated. Cops ALWAYS testify AGAINST those whom they've arrested and interrogated. If the cops have prosecutable evidence let the State's attorney exhibit it in court before a jury.

𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟐𝟕, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 -- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦.

ABBA JOURNAL ENTRY Q-72: I felt like the dancing queen in Abba's horrible song about a 17-year-old woman who dances a lot. Mom summarized the situation with: "Pretty ******-up ****....like a **** in a jar of pickles." Well, that was then, many years ago. Now it's time to get serious about alligator wrestling and getting the most expensive cobra tattoo across my fat *** ever.