Crime

Tag: Crime

“This is my friend, Sherlock Holmes. He’s from America.” “Not just America, actually. I’m from Chicago.”

She rolls into my office like one of those rotating hot dogs at 7-11. You know the ones, plastic-y but intriguing.

I offered to go back into the ring and pretend to get knocked out, but it was too late, especially since I had already taken my shoes and socks off.

I’m on thin ice with my manager, Trayson, and I can't afford another marinara mishap. Please, my job is on the line here.

And I couldn't help but notice the massive collage of wanted photos in front of your fine establishment. I'm here to hunt these bastards down.

Is it even a crime to steal pasta? Oh right, it is.

George Clooney here, I’m reaching out as a supporter of the Democratic party. Your time is valuable, so I’ll be blunt. We’re going to rob a casino.

The crumbs in my bed sheets, the chocolate smear on my PJs—I don’t know, maybe I wanted to get caught.

You ever notice how in Los Angeles the dirt is a brownish-red color, but in New York it’s a reddish-brown color?

We take pride in our product. We know that there is no better feeling than tossing a big burlap sack over your shoulder after a big heist.

In the distance, you hear the echo of someone repeatedly muttering, “Mingus Ah Um.”

I’ll cut to the chase-Please stop running blackjack tables out of the CubeSmart.