During these trying economic times courtesy of the US banking system it can be hard to afford the things we enjoy. Some folks will go to great lengths to get what they want or need and somtimes they'll cross that invisible line that marks the boundary of what the legal system classifies as 'good' and 'bad.'
Recently I mentioned my affinity for those fantastic baloney samiches they make when you get to be a guest of the county. I'm told that's a special baloney you can only get in that special place and that's probably what makes it so magical.
Some gal over in Lucerne, the 'ghetto' according to Nancy Ruzicka, must have really liked those samiches even more than me but just couldn't figure out an easy way to get one so she cooked up a clever plan. She packed up her special kit of a snack bag and her little glass pipe and stuffed em into her bra to head for court.
She probably figured she'd just pop out the goods and show em to the court as a sign of contrition and get one of those sandwiches. What she didn't count on was that Francis had been devoting zillions of man hours to tracking this gal and had the Narcotic task force on hand to perform a routine probation boob check.
Francis couldn't have the Probation officers do that because those guys are also with corrections and Francis knows they are really just 'jailers' and can't be trusted with coffee or to perform routine tasks. Francis also figured it wouldn't sound as cool in his press release about the huge drug filled bust.
So he dispatched the Task Force to go and fiddle about with this gal's bra til they found what they were looking for and find it they did.
Now don't you 'jailers' feel silly? And the Task Force guys are heroes again. Hell I've completely forgotten that they were inserted into the OK corral so long ago. Bottom line, fondling is a whole lot safer than almost getting shot.
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