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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Ladies and gentlemen, dim your lights and quiet your children.
Light your candles. It is time for me. Stephen R.
Excabriel with foulatry.
Speaker 2 (00:16):
From the blotter.
Speaker 3 (00:19):
Taken from various new sources throughout the coastal bin you'll
read from assaults, the seventeen year old student was attacked
while trying to render aid to motorists.
Speaker 1 (00:30):
Who had broken down. Sadly, he was beaten up and
his phone was actually stolen. Yeah, pulled over to help
a couple in need and wound up in a ditch.
Took all of his belongings and now he's got a stitch.
Speaker 2 (00:51):
Lots of people say.
Speaker 1 (00:52):
The world's gone to hell, and why can't we love
each other? Light pulling over man without air support a ground.
Speaker 2 (01:01):
Make sure you to tell your kids and friends have
a little talk if they see.
Speaker 1 (01:06):
Someone who's broken down. Just let that some bitch walk.
Speaker 2 (01:14):
From assaults, you'll read please say that.
Speaker 1 (01:16):
A local band, Yeah, the whole band got into an
all out brawl after discovering that several of the members
of the band were actually dating the same woman. All
pulled out their phones at once.
Speaker 3 (01:33):
After they received the sext.
Speaker 2 (01:35):
All got nagked pictures wondering who's next.
Speaker 1 (01:39):
Found themselves in handcuffs after this their latest stunt.
Speaker 2 (01:44):
Well, maybe you should practice more and get all the
chicks you want, like different ones.
Speaker 1 (01:52):
And from theft you'll read A twenty four year old
woman was busted for stealing three pregnancy tests from a
local business shop. Lifted her three pregnancy tests and to
make sure she had that seed promised her he'd stay
forever while they did the deed got herself Pregno, my echo,
(02:15):
And now that dude is gone w.
Speaker 2 (02:22):
Speny, Yeah, she'ld have just left him on. This concludes
poetry from the Blotter, our ongoing prayer that you will
never be touched but the hand of crime.