Either this is some sort of police exercise gone nuts, or my cutesy-looking neighbourhood houses a dastardly fiend.
—Thursday, April the 16th, 2009 at 8:14 pm.
Not just your average, run-of-the-mill fiend, but a DASTARDLY fiend. Oh my!
Oh my indeed!
A run-of-the-mill fiend warrants, oh I don’t know… one, two… perhaps four? police vans filled with cops and crime-catching hardware. Not something like 20 trucks barricading my tiny street—forcing me to find a detour to my home (with heavy bags of groceries no less).