Monday, January 30, 2012

a question for God when I die

My husband was bedridden most of today with a nasty intestinal bug, but dragged himself downtown this afternoon for an emergency call from a client whose internet was down.

As he drove along Denver Avenue, somewhere between the BOK Center and the Tulsa County Courthouse, Steve cruised past two police officers tackling a man to the ground on the sidewalk. All he saw of the man was his pants around his ankles, his bare ass in the air, and his ballsack swinging between his hairy thighs.
 
I would really like to know the beginning and end to that story.

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