“Evidence in car may point to drug use, tiger taunting”
San Francisco Chronicle lobs one to Mr. Geragos. So far, nothing back!
My, is that man disliked. Whatever these poor lads—or not, turns out they were driving a BMW 3—have suffered, nobody, but nobody steps up and says, What a fine fellow is Geragos!
The comment list on only one of the related stories—Drugs In BMW, (Snakes On Plane) EMT Overhears Boys Confess in Ambulance, What The Hell Do EMT's Know .... Friends Come to Pick Up Car; Friends Asked For Names, Friends Speed Away ...
That Heather Fong is a tight-lipped one. Imagine, a Chief of Police who does her job! (And looks dear, head disappearing under that oversized cap.) (Though on the “dear” thing? Don't fuck with her.)
How many days and no Geragos rant. Abandoned the case already? Hard to think why, But fortunately, we've got our own little Bad Reporter to tide us over. This is just one panel: click on pic go see the whole, perfect thing.
Learn something every day. Who knew there were height requirements for weasel fences?
Truthfully, while, like nine million other people, I can't wait to see how this one plays out—count me in, on Tatiana's side, to the extent that no tiger worth her stripes leaps over any barrier unless provoked. I've been told that the skin of tigers is extremely sensitive—a few BBs and a slingshot, that would do it. Seems perfectly obvious, she needed to call a halt to some behavior of these "boys." Else she could have et anyone.
Last night I perused the reaction to just one SFGate article on the subject. It had received 981 comments, and by the time I fell upon this one, I knew just what he meant. Hell, perhaps by now, dear reader, so do you.
“Let's see, I could hammer nails into my forehead or I could post one more comment on the Tiger story. Where did I put those nails?”
