As we get to the bottom of the barrel, and are scraping it with our gigantic silver spoon, our minds are as pure as our bodies are tainted.
Image and corresponding story via The Bunnyhawk.
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“I just grew a beard, punched my mother and spontaneously combusted.”
As I mentioned on Monday, I sometimes have an inbox jam packed with so many piles of the unorganizeable, it would make Fred Sanford green with envy;
Or at the very least, put a bow on a hat and proudly display it with Lamont.
In reference to the major league B.S. occurring in Vail that I mentioned on Saturday, I have come up with slews of news relating to D.A. Mark Hurlbert.
Much like the average American’s waistline, the mail bag has bloated to almost unrecognizable proportions.
Photo by Henrich Kimerling
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Ordinarily I would post a video here. Maybe something light hearted and funny. Today I’m not feeling like either of those things after reading about this absolute steaming bag of crap in Colorado.
Would you like to sound off?
Feel free.
Judicial District Attorney’s Office
Mr. Mark Hurlbert, District Attorney
955 Chambers Rd.,
P.O. Box 295 Eagle, CO. 81631
(970) 328-694 7; (970) 328- 1016 fax
As I just stated elsewhere on the interwebs, the more frequently this happens, the greater chance it becomes of becoming the precedent.
That simply will not do.
Living about fifteen clicks Northeast from the middle of nowhere has both its advantages as well as its disadvantages.
One of the varied disadvantages being that if you want some really good Ethiopian food at 3:00 in the morning, assuming that you can find a taqueria that’s open, you’re gonna have to eat a burrito and call it good.
I also long for the days when no matter where I went in the greater Bay Area, day or night, rain or shine, I would run into a friendly face.
Like for example one time when I was on the Embarcadero and a tug boat came by and I was like, Oh hey, there’s Tugboat Gravel Pile Jim! “Hey Tugboat Gravel Pile Jim!” I exclaimed, and he was like, “heeeey Stevil.”
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