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Nov 24

>At work Tuesday>Spent most of the day with ze policia>Report of stabbing>”iwannagoiwannagoiwannago”>Get there, woman arrested, she was passed out>Fiancee was apparently lucky to be alive, but would be fine>Snoop around>somethingseemsfucked.jpg>Ask to ride in the cop car with innocent face>Initiate questioning>She said the day was like a blur, and she doesn’t know if she did it or not>fdgfds>Ask further, poking and prodding at everything I could>Found out some stuffs>This whole time, she showed no signs of lying>Cop tells me she won’t be of too much use for now. But he does tell me that it was the future in-law who made the call>Get back, make phone calls saying I’ve been told to by someone>Eventually speak to future mother-in-law, as she, along with future father-in-law, was their visitor>”If you don’t mind, a detective would like to have a word with you, just to clear up facts and maybe set up to have you testify”>loliwaslying>Speak to her>Play her like a slut>5 minutes, she’s crying>See, didn’t add up because the fiancee was in the living room with the supposed stabber and future father-in-law at the time. Mother was in the kitchen (where she should be) I guess doing something>Where would the “stabber” get the knife? *note it’s a kitchen knife>This is so obvious, you guys are fucking retarded>While snooping around, I took the liberty to talk to some of the neighbors, who were so gracious to be nosy and come outside>Turns out there were family problems>tl;dr, future in-law stabbed own son after an argument, wiped prints, told husband to get in car as she calls police, framed passed-out future daughter-in-law>This is what I told her when we met, and what made her cry>mfw>I wasn’t allowed to do any of that so a cop got the credit when she confessed>asdfgasdfgasdfgasdfgasdfgasdfg
>It wouldn’t take long for the police to eventually figure it out anyway, but I was bored

>At work Tuesday
>Spent most of the day with ze policia
>Report of stabbing
>”iwannagoiwannagoiwannago”
>Get there, woman arrested, she was passed out
>Fiancee was apparently lucky to be alive, but would be fine
>Snoop around
>somethingseemsfucked.jpg
>Ask to ride in the cop car with innocent face
>Initiate questioning
>She said the day was like a blur, and she doesn’t know if she did it or not
>fdgfds
>Ask further, poking and prodding at everything I could
>Found out some stuffs
>This whole time, she showed no signs of lying
>Cop tells me she won’t be of too much use for now. But he does tell me that it was the future in-law who made the call
>Get back, make phone calls saying I’ve been told to by someone
>Eventually speak to future mother-in-law, as she, along with future father-in-law, was their visitor
>”If you don’t mind, a detective would like to have a word with you, just to clear up facts and maybe set up to have you testify”
>loliwaslying
>Speak to her
>Play her like a slut
>5 minutes, she’s crying
>See, didn’t add up because the fiancee was in the living room with the supposed stabber and future father-in-law at the time. Mother was in the kitchen (where she should be) I guess doing something
>Where would the “stabber” get the knife? *note it’s a kitchen knife
>This is so obvious, you guys are fucking retarded
>While snooping around, I took the liberty to talk to some of the neighbors, who were so gracious to be nosy and come outside
>Turns out there were family problems
>tl;dr, future in-law stabbed own son after an argument, wiped prints, told husband to get in car as she calls police, framed passed-out future daughter-in-law
>This is what I told her when we met, and what made her cry
>mfw
>I wasn’t allowed to do any of that so a cop got the credit when she confessed
>asdfgasdfgasdfgasdfgasdfgasdfg

>It wouldn’t take long for the police to eventually figure it out anyway, but I was bored

Nov 20

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Nov 13

Nov 12

Dat top 75 on PO in only about an hour.

Dat top 75 on PO in only about an hour.

Nov 10

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Nov 09

What Game Freak offices will look like if they ever make Pokemon Snap 2

e-lodicolo:

Nov 06

If you’ve never been there, you can’t imagine how it feels, and if you have, you can’t imagine how it doesn’t.

(Source: m00ty, via rotom-s)