Here I thought the crack epidemic was over.
In my endless trawling of the internet for funny stories for you, the people, I sometimes run across something hilarious/tragic/horrifying when looking for something else. That was the case yesterday when perusing the “Recently Booked” mugshots for Allen County, home of Fort Wayne, and came across this….
….well, I am not sure what this is.
Great Galloping Gonorrhea!
I have seen plenty of horrifying mugshots but that one takes the cake, if the cake was baked with 2G feces and frosted with monkey spunk. I found a Facebook profile for a Sescirly Abrom and it looks like she/it has fallen on hard times although this profile pic is so heavily filtered it is difficult to be sure.
The page Recently Booked provides a glimpse into the filthy underbelly of society that most of us likely never encounter. Most urban counties have pages of 2Gs while my county has mostly White petty criminals (and whoever takes the mugshots in my county is a terrible photographer, perhaps drunk).
I sort of wonder what the hell was going on in her life but then I remembered I don’t care. Another case of “I had to see it and now you do too”.
That mugshot looks like someone poured gas over her head, set it alight and beat the flames out with a shovel.
These days, Baltimore is ‘in the throes’ of an overdose epidemic, the aftermath of a new getting-high drug formula.
Apparently, several hundred junkies needed Emergency Response to temporarily pause their eventual suicide.
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In this corner, we have the newcomer, a mixture of fentanyl and meth.
In the other corner, we have the challengers, junkies sincerely intent on the next high.
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From the photographs, these particular junkies are inner-city slum-trash.
First Responders are all Northern European Heritage folk.
Oddly, revived not-dead-yet junkies are immediately getting re-high while watching First Responders revive their not-dead-yet junkie companions.
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Can we please have a moment of silence in appreciation for their dedication…
“I sort of wonder what the hell was going on in her life but then I remembered I don’t care.”
I laughed so hard I spit out my beer. That is a freaking classic sentiment thank you!!
I thought the crack epidemic was over too, until I went to the walstore supercenter and saw all the adipose-americans driving around in the electric shopping carts that are supposed to be-I once believed-for the injured and handicapped. Morbid obesity is a kind of handicap I guess. I didn’t imagine those electric carts were built for the heavy duty crack they actually tote around most of the time.
It appears that the baskets on those carts are only for frozen food, soda and snack cakes.
At least we know who is buying all those crocs.
…and the size XXXXXL basketball shorts.
Well, the spelling challenged Sescirly Charisse has been doing a whole hella lot drugs since the last pic. I don’t care how lovely Mother Nature endows you with velvet skin, loving smile, and sparkling eyes; do enough crack/heroin/etc and even Catherine Deneuve will crumble. Ladies, your mother was right; don’t smoke, do drugs, drink too much and your looks will last your lifetime. Hollywood proves it over and over.
THIS is why I stay as far from 2Gs as I can.
Today, in the BigBox, a light 300# gal came and took a handicapped cart out to the parking lot. Then came right back in for another one. Later, the 2 carts came back in, carrying her friends, who were approximately 400 and 450 each. Then Miss 300# wanted her own cart. Sorry-they are gone. Some are actually being used by the frail elderly. And we have a total of —->6. By the by, the total weight those carts should carry? Says right on them: 400 pounds. Includes yer vittles. Which is why, out of 6 carts, 2-3 are in repair constantly.
Not Sure is the protagonist in Idiocracy.
Ready Rock will be free in the rainbow windmill/solar AI Wakanda.
Honk, honk.
Had to try three times to get it; Cecilly! A proper name for a human girl, totally fucked up by a nigger!
For all the hate-YT crap they espouse, they sure do love them some skin lightening. That ‘ug shot up top reminds me of the old Bugs Bunny cartoon with the ugly hag witch who asks Bugs (in his Halloween costume) “Who undoes your hair?”
If he was a dog his name would be lucky.