I’ve been sitting here for about the last five minutes trying to figure out what this fella’s plan might have been. Maybe the fireplace poker is a weapon. Sensible enough. Maybe you unscrew the light bulbs so that if your intrusion is detected they can’t get a look at you, buying you some time to get away. Clever. But the rest of this? Nope. Even if I were capable of Mensa level mental gymnastics, I think I’d still be stumped.
According to Dixon police, Joel E. Gartman, 52, of Dixon, tore open a screen in the back of a house in the 200 block a wee bit before midnight.
Not yet naked, Gartman crawled through the window, unscrewed some light bulbs, and, in an unusually courteous mood for a burglar, took off his shoes.
He grabbed three “alcoholic beverages” from the refrigerator and strolled through the house, drinking them.
Gartman then encountered a person sleeping on a couch, decided taking off just his shoes wasn’t enough, and stripped. He sat down next to the sleeping homeowner, fireplace poker in hand.
The homeowner woke up, realized that no, this was not a dream, and fled upstairs to wake the home’s other resident.
The story goes on to say that Gartman tried and failed to hide while still naked, and was soon arrested.
So if being hit with a slew of charges including residential burglary, criminal trespass to a residence, misdemeanor criminal damage to property, theft and disorderly conduct was his plan all along, congratulations on a job well done, I guess.
Who am I to argue with Dick Clark, but nobody ever actually drank hot Dr. Pepper in real life, did they? Please tell me nobody ever did that. It cannot possibly be a thing that ever caught on outside of maybe a mental institute or two. It just can’t. Barfity barf barf.
There’s only one thing about any of this here that surprises me. They still make Big Red? I remember having some when I was maybe 10 years old on a visit to Michigan, but I don’t think I’ve thought or heard about it since. Nice to hear it’s still around. It was decent enough, as I recall.
Responding to a call in the 200 block of E. Wichita, officers spoke with a witness who told officers that her dad’s girlfriend had struck him in the head with a metal pipe over an argument about a half-empty Big Red soft drink that needed to be thrown away.
Officers spoke with the victim, who told them that he and his live-in girlfriend had gotten into the argument about the half-finished soda when Sanders went into the victim’s room and began beating on the walls and destroying the room.
Not wanting his room to be destroyed, the victim pushed upon the unlocked room door to find the suspect swinging a white metal pipe at him. The victim stepped back a couple of times before being struck in the head with the pipe. The victim told the officer that Sanders kept swinging the pipe, striking him again on his right hand.
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My god, the throwback show they did back around American Thanksgiving was so so so so so so so so fantastically hilarious and fun. If you hated it because everybody was out of their normal characters, the whole thing was super ridiculous and you felt like it made a mockery of wrestling I understand, but if you grew up on wrestling from 30 or 40 years ago and aren’t one to always take everything too seriously, you’re probably going to enjoy this. Even if some of the references are a little too inside for you, there should still be enough for you to pick up on and have a good time with. I’m not sure how they could ever pull off a second one or even if they should try, but I’m so happy they did it once.
Also, I wish I’d thought of using the name Ray Strack back in my prank phone call making days.
If we’re going to keep doing this knock on my door stuff with Aleister Black, we’re going to need a months long storyline wherein somebody repeatedly plays Nicky Nicky nine doors on him until it looks like a Roadrunner cartoon as Black gets more and more desperate to catch the guy.
A not so new to the world but new to me song by the Glorious Sons. I don’t know what it’s like to have crippling anxiety, but it does remind me of a few people I’ve known. I like it. Will probably give it some repeat listens.
I’ve seen quite a few pieces of electronic equipment modified into playing music, but never electric toothbrushes. I had no idea you could do that, but as evidenced by the five of them I just watched play Wannabe by the Spice Girls, I was very, very wrong.
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