Poetry From The Blotter

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
There's van Halen on see one A one Rex in
the morning. Ladies and gentlemen, quiet your children and turn
up your radio. It is time for me. Stephen R.
Rex Gabriel with poultry. From the Blotter, a thirty three

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year old intoxicated woman lost a toe while arguing with
her boyfriend about him checking the mail after he had
worked the night shift. What's so important? What type of
letter are you expecting? Why you gotta go to the mailbox?
Woman's doe was severed when she struck the bed frame
while trying to kick the man. He was really tired

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and decided to take a nap. She was full of
schnaps and didn't give a crap, so she kicked them
in the ribs and poked him with a bottle. And
now when she checks the mail, she does it with
a wattle. From local gambling arrest, a local man was

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arrested on multiple charges of operating a game room over
fifty gamblers, one misdemeanor citations for testing their luck. If
you have a game room, you may want to think twice,
because every day you open it's like you roll the dice.
Maybe they'll arrest you, or maybe they'll ignore all the

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hopeful people rushing to your door. Now Kickapoo's four hours
and Louisiana six. Just look the other way, man. Stop
being a bunch of people who don't like slot machines
or good times A gambling from burglary or read. Officers

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were told by a homeowner that their garage had been burglarized.
The owners reported a YETI cooler, a cordless drill, a
shop fan had all been taken. Police investigated and found
the stolen items at a pawn shop. Video shows a
man and his girlfriend striking a deal for the items
at the pawn shop. I thought you had to show

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ID when taking stuff to sell. Catch this fool in
my garage, I'll send them straight to hell. She all
willing to hang out with them as long as he's
got some money. Give her anything she wants. My dollar menu, honey,
live like a king for about a day, and now
he's out of dough one bans. He ain't got no dough,

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no mo. This concludes poetry from the blotter our ongoing
prayer that you would love her be touched by the
hand of crime.