OT, but the headline on this story reminds me of the time I wrote a story about cops losing the morel high ground.
The story was about some people who made a lovely dinner including some morel mushrooms only to be raided by cops after they saw their food pics online and went to a judge saying that they were experts on illegal mushrooms an…
OT, but the headline on this story reminds me of the time I wrote a story about cops losing the morel high ground.
The story was about some people who made a lovely dinner including some morel mushrooms only to be raided by cops after they saw their food pics online and went to a judge saying that they were experts on illegal mushrooms and those morels were definitely it. They definitely weren't, and shrooms look very different from morels. It was a nice little pun, I thought, but everyone and their mother wanted to show up to tell me about the typo in my headline.
Long ago (1977) I married a girl from Nebraska. She brought a car into the marriage. It was a two-door Maverick. The Nebraska registration called it a "Tudor sedan."
Ever since, I've wondered if the minor official who decreed "Tudor" for "two-door" was really illiterate or was making a clever joke.
OT, but the headline on this story reminds me of the time I wrote a story about cops losing the morel high ground.
The story was about some people who made a lovely dinner including some morel mushrooms only to be raided by cops after they saw their food pics online and went to a judge saying that they were experts on illegal mushrooms and those morels were definitely it. They definitely weren't, and shrooms look very different from morels. It was a nice little pun, I thought, but everyone and their mother wanted to show up to tell me about the typo in my headline.
The morel of the story is, those commenters just weren't' fungis.
Oh FFS!!!!!!!!!!!
I mean the stupit cops, of course.
*mostly*
I'm just disappointed that nobody has pointed out that the car in question is not a coupe. It's a cabriolet.
Words have no meaning, time is a flat circle. Dear God I need a drink.
Long ago (1977) I married a girl from Nebraska. She brought a car into the marriage. It was a two-door Maverick. The Nebraska registration called it a "Tudor sedan."
Ever since, I've wondered if the minor official who decreed "Tudor" for "two-door" was really illiterate or was making a clever joke.
I drive a Coupe. A MINI Coupe!
"Grift the USA in your Cabriolet."
Now this is a glimmer of light in the darkness.
More proof that most people never read the story.