Police in Germany hunted a sinister phantom killer for two years after finding the same DNA at 39 different crime scenes - only to discover that the source was a woman who made the cotton buds used to collect the sample!
The case was one of the most puzzling in recent times. Hundreds of detectives in six specialist committees were set to work hunting the ominous female serial killer.
Friday, March 27, 2009
No Sherlock Holmes
She's innocent, I swear!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
New Name!
I think he needs a new name:
Meet (needs a new name)

"NANN" is an avid gamer and routinely wipes the floor with his opponents in Halo 2. Since he rarely leaves the house, he rarely meets girls in public. When he does, he gets a stiffy, so he wears a parka to cover it, even when it's about 60 degrees. Once, when he went in a convenience store to get some Red Bull, the clerk shouted "Don't kill me!" and threw the contents of the register at him. A new career was born.
The request for a search warrant says police stopped Justin Michael Simpson Sunday as he was walking near the corner of Park Street and Wingra Drive in Madison, and the document says that Simpson was wearing a "black parka style jacket similar to that described by witnesses to the series of armed robberies."
Simpson was stopped by Madison Police Sgt. Christopher Paulson, who was part of a massive dragnet searching for the "parka bandit" in the last few weeks, said Madison Police spokesman Joel DeSpain.
Meet (needs a new name)

"NANN" is an avid gamer and routinely wipes the floor with his opponents in Halo 2. Since he rarely leaves the house, he rarely meets girls in public. When he does, he gets a stiffy, so he wears a parka to cover it, even when it's about 60 degrees. Once, when he went in a convenience store to get some Red Bull, the clerk shouted "Don't kill me!" and threw the contents of the register at him. A new career was born.
Teenage Nixon
Friday, March 20, 2009
Not Another Loop...
So I got on this roller coaster and it started out rather dull. It clinked and clanked as it went up and up. Just when I was about to fall asleep, wooooshhh... down it went. "This is pretty cool" I thought. The coaster hit the bottom and my stomach felt like it was about to fly up into my mouth. Then the track twisted me 180 degrees. That pissed me off.
Then there was more of this boring climbing shit, but I thought that this may just mean another drop. I underestimated it and my heart started pounding. I went through a couple of curves and twists, nothing special, but my heart was still pounding.
Then came another ascent. My excitement built up exponentially and finally I came to the peak and.... a tiny drop, another twisted turn, and more curves. Kind of boring, but now I was pissed. Another peak and drop came and it was ok. Then the coaster stopped right where it started. Kind of a waste, I guess.
At least there's a bottle of absinthe waiting at the exit!
Then there was more of this boring climbing shit, but I thought that this may just mean another drop. I underestimated it and my heart started pounding. I went through a couple of curves and twists, nothing special, but my heart was still pounding.
Then came another ascent. My excitement built up exponentially and finally I came to the peak and.... a tiny drop, another twisted turn, and more curves. Kind of boring, but now I was pissed. Another peak and drop came and it was ok. Then the coaster stopped right where it started. Kind of a waste, I guess.
At least there's a bottle of absinthe waiting at the exit!
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Ahhhh, hehe
Never laugh when a hearse goes by
Or you will be the next to die
They'll wrap you in a big white sheet
And bury you down about six feet deep
Then again in about a week....
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
A big green worm with bulging eyes crawls in your stomach
and out your thighs
Your stomach turns a glossy green
And pus pours out like whipping cream
You spread it on a piece of bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead.
Or you will be the next to die
They'll wrap you in a big white sheet
And bury you down about six feet deep
Then again in about a week....
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle on your snout
A big green worm with bulging eyes crawls in your stomach
and out your thighs
Your stomach turns a glossy green
And pus pours out like whipping cream
You spread it on a piece of bread
And that's what you eat when you are dead.
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