Dang i wish i had my computer running. I saved it!! The fbi lady was walking with reporter on sidewalk and said" we have physical evidence that the girls are alive but i cant get into that right now" that is exactly how she said it too!! if i get my computer up and running tomorrow i will post it
believe me i kept rewinding it over and over.
That's great. I'd sure believe I could have missed it. I've barely been able to keep up all week. I need another vacation.
For couples having sex?
I'm sorry, I'm tired and it's late. I have this ridiculous vision of a full SWAT team surrounding a pup tent that is vibrating suggestively. The SWAT team starts screaming, flashlights pop on all over the campground and finally, a young woman comes crawling out trying to keep one hand in the air.
She explains the other person in the tent can't come out because he passed out from fright.
Well, he's not going to come out and say, "Hey, how long do you think I could hide a body in a tent?," or, "So if I cook meth in a tent, can the ranger come over and look inside?" So instead he cooks up this fantastical hypothetical, lol.
I remember when I used to work room service in a nice resort. We had keys to every room, and basically carte blanche to enter at will. We would stumble onto all manner of sick and twisted, because ppl didn't expect someone to be in the room. (We might have to go in and set up, say, a bottle of champagne sent by the parents for some newlyweds, or something. Sometimes we were supposed to have it done by the time they checked in, but either we were late or they were early or something.) The point is, once you have the key, a hotel room is considered your personal domicile, and you are therefore afforded the same rights as if in your own home. Obviously, hotels put restrictions for their own safety, but still, cops can't barge in w/o probable cause. I was always fascinated by the fact that we would stumble onto
shoots, drug dens, hidden pets, etc, and were instructed to overlook anything because technically we were breaking and entering, lol. Amazingly, a plastic card hanging on the doorknob, "Do Not Disturb," was too formidable for us to attempt to circumvent. But without that thing hanging on the knob, we'd enter at will (usually knocking first, obv.) I knew a mini-bar guy that loved to use the restrooms in the penthouses. He'd grab a magazine and be in there for an hour, knowing someone could be checking in at any moment.
Strange world we got here.
