My head’s on the chopping block. The cook from my freshman year dorm’s pinned my arms behind my back, laughing at me, preparing to make me into a crumb-topped cassoulet. I shiver. I shake. The bed melts around me. I’m sinking into a great fondue of sheets
Cheers to the shape of that woman’s brassiere, her titty-pink top and her shocking pink hostess pants.
LA Times whips out the tape measure to report that our own City Hall’s 2005 Christmas tree doesn’t quite measure up to other civic trees on display at in major cities.
I personally say thanks, but keep your snow. At year’s end I’m very happily surrounded by all the weird shit that can only be found in Losanjealous, California.
While the LAPD regularly runs sting operations to crack down on prostitution and drug trafficking, La Verne police have their own worries. This week the LVPD are running a series of stings to catch drivers who fail to yield to pedestrians. This seems easy enough but let’s look at the rules and logistics behind a pedestrian sting.
