Hello, stupid cops.
Hey! Watch it.
I'm just being honest. You're really, really dumb.
Leave us alone, her story checked out.
You've mentioned that. "Well, she knew where the ticket was sold." Did she really? Boy, the only way she could have uncovered that little piece of top-secret info would be if, I don't know, if she PICKED UP A DAMN NEWSPAPER THE DAY AFTER THE DRAWING.
...oh yeah. That's usually the first thing they report, isn't it? They give out the numbers, and they say where the winning ticket or tickets were sold. Huh.
Yeah, "huh."
Okay, okay. But she knew the numbers by heart!
You mean somehow this diabolical criminal mastermind was able to memorize six numbers in less than a week? Wow!
You're pushing it. Well, how about the way she told us why she picked each number? She had a story for each one.
That was good too. "I picked the number 32 because... uh... because it's my son's birthday backwards! Yeah!" Jesus. Are you guys the Cleveland cops or the Keystone Kops? Hey, what are you--
[A muffled scream, the sound of multiple nightsticks making contact with multiple bones. Tape ends.]
Posted by Jim Treacher at January 6, 2004 07:35 PM