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Pee Wee Kilpatrick

The prevailing wind seems to indicate that the fine residents of the CoD don't want to have ANY pain involved in this process. Oh sure, there's a few dandys in the Corks and Mids who would, but the...

Looks like Ra-Jah coffee was the precursor to Mr. Alan's. 23 cents a pound, 2 1/2 for FITTY!

Is Ficano corrupt?

In the words of the great Commander Bubbles, "Does the Tin Man have a sheet metal cock?"

I beg to differ. Just cross Em's beloved Eight Mile and check out Huntington Woods. Audi atop of Audi. It's a regular doooche-opolis up there

Where's ole Geoff Fieger at now? There's sweet, sweet civil suit money to be had. Oh, that's right. The shooter's a brother. No need-a biting the hand that feeds you, eh Geoff?

That map doesn't seem right. There's no Warholak Tire on it.

Perhaps when Bobby Ferguson gets assigned a little "community service" he could raze these dangerous eyesores.

That's no ordinary wreckless driver, it's Camilo Pardo, trendy Detroit loft resident and the guy who happened to design the car. Here's a quick profile.
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Don't weep my poor idealistic friends, for Monica in prison does us no good. The comedy quotient pushes 11 when she's on the streets. At least we can look forward to a few more months of laughs.

Fathead? Oooh! Can't wait. Hope they carry the real Detroit action figures.
1) Sam Riddle leveling a shotgun at Mary Waters.
2) MonCon reaching for a sack o' 20's in the Mickey D's parking...

I can allow this blathering twat the assumption of justice by zip code. Just as long as she correlates it with crime by zip code.

Is that a young Matty Moroun in the newsboy cap?

Hmmm... The Kilpatrick Kabal seems to have less and less juice these days, so you hire some wagging tongue to threaten the reelection chances of a judge and prosecutor? Sounds like the proper...

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As loathe as I am to reference it, all I have running through my head is John Cougar's Crumbling Down

long as we keeps dat Faygo Orange, things be ayeeeee

Hopefully it burned all of the d-bags around the Audi exhibit. Worst car owners ever.

I went to the Franko Bar one Saturday afternoon after the market. It was in a house right in the middle of the block on St. John between Martin & Apple. The front door was locked and as I started...

Don't bring a knife to a gun fight?

Don't bring witty repartie to a gun fight.

I wonder if his eyes looked like the kid's in Dirty Harry when he just "got's to know"

821,792 - 1 = 821,791

Sounds pretty effeminate to me. I also liked how when the fat slob was in the restitution hearing that he was correcting the peeps by saying it's DAY-dan Milton, like he's part of the damn French...

"If I were in his pink gators..."

Now that Nate Abraham don't need 'em anymo

Plastic Surgery Center of Dallas. Hmmmm. Boobs for the Missus or Lipo for this fat slob?

Somewhere [[Irish Heaven or more realistically hell) Eddie Mac is spinning in his grave.
Disciples....pish!

As long as Mr. Lahey and Randy are running the trailer park, Ricky Julian and Bubbles will seemingly have a blank canvas with which to work. If only it were so easy.