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12 Oct 2009 / PEDirector Polanski feels depressed in jail: lawyer
California man suspected of murdering wife, dog arrested at Peace Arch
Hi everybody! It’s me, Lightning!
Here’s what I don’t understand: If a California man is suspected of killing his wife, why would they arrest a dog at the Peace Arch? It doesn’t make sense and it’s not fair to the dog.
I’m going to stop reading the news. It’s too upsetting . . .
— Lightning ![]()
Man arrested may be linked to Viagra theft
IRVINE – A group of solemn people sat around tables at a fast-food Chinese restaurant off Jeffrey Road on Wednesday night after a man was shot and killed while sitting in a white Lexus parked behind the eatery.
At least he died in a nice car. It’s Irvine, Jake!
This happened a stone’s throw from my house. Well, more than a stone’s throw but let’s say a hard 5-iron with a good bounce off Trabuco Road.
I’ve been to that Chinese restaurant many times. (It’s a dine-in restaurant, not a fast-food place, despite what the Register says.)
Don’t worry about me though. Irvine is still the safest city in the country.
That guy must have gotten himself mixed up in some kind of trouble . . .
One of my owner’s friends sent him this image of a police dog in action.

I’ll bet that guy didn’t expect the dog to jump over the car like that! I wish the image was bigger so I could see the look on his face!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
— Lightning ![]()

“Earlier in this case, at a bail hearing, I said to Mr. Simpson, I didn’t know if he was arrogant, ignorant or both,” [District Judge Jackie] Glass said. “During the trial and through this proceeding, I got the answer, and it was both.”
My wife loves to keep bags from the grocery store. Why does she love to keep bags from the grocery store? Your guess is as good as mine. Probably better if you haven’t been drinking tequila all afternoon like I have.
My son walks into the kitchen . . .
He says, “We’ve got enough bags here to open our own store.”
“Good idea!” I reply. “You know what we’re going to sell? All the crap laying around in your room.”
“For a second,” he says, “I thought you said ‘crack.’”
“Crack . . . hey, that’s a good idea too! Ordinarily, you want to buy crack, you’ve got to go hang out on a street corner in some undesirable location. We’ll bring upscale ambiance to the crack business. ‘Paper or plastic?’ Who would suspect you’re toting crack around in that Trader Joe’s bag?”