Sometimes the small town newspaper accounts of Dumbass Crimes are funnier than the actual crimes themselves.
It is for that very reason that I spent hour upon hour scouring the police blotters in small town periodicals from burgs dotting the Fruited Plain.
Of course by scouring "hour upon hour" I mean "a quick Bing search of the internet" for material for today's post, which took damn near 26 seconds.
The Fruits of My Labors (all 26 seconds of it)
|Good thing the cat's name ain't "Fuck Face".|
|Fungus Among Us.|
|Reflections of a Dumbass.|
|Call 1-800-Dumbass Law|
|Looney Twooney (Eh?)|
|This is as clear as mud.|
|Where the rubber meets the nose.|