Animal-cruelty charges dropped against Burlington County cop

During a bizarre hearing there yesterday, a Superior Court judge dismissed
animal-cruelty charges against a Moorestown police officer accused of sticking
his penis into the mouths of five calves in rural Southampton in 2006, claiming
a grand jury couldn't infer whether the cows had been "tormented" or "puzzled"
by the situation or even irritated that they'd been duped out of a meal.

Full Story: HERE

Sometimes you need commentary, and sometimes the story stands alone. This is an example of the latter.

Cloudy With a Chance of Gooch

Ingrates:

I need a darker template. I feel like I'm writing copy for a detox brochure.

I hate it when software keeps on insisting that you "Register for added benefits!" Has anyone truly reaped the benefits registering their webcam? Besides spam?

I'm tired. I'm going to watch CNN. Or Fox. I wonder what Megyn Kelly is wearing. Fuck, that 'y' in "Megyn" is hot. I love alternate spellings. It's like "yeah... society tells me to spell it 'Megan' but I say to hell with them. I do what I want!"

I woke up laying sideways across the foot of the bed. I haven't slept well in a while. It's affecting something, I'm sure.

Eh... more later. I'm not into it at the moment.

Peace.

Facebook/Twitter Update that Didn't Make it:

I'm starting to associate being interested in someone with impending disaster.
My life is becoming a Cure song.

So the new site template... am I writing about my misadventures and hijinks, or am I trying to sign you up for an HMO plan?

I just downloaded a bunch of old video game sound effects. It's hilarious to hear that stuff again. Epyx Games had the best titles out there: Summer/Winter/California Games, Impossible Mission. All classics.

Got a trainer, he's kicking my ass with the lifting (which is a good thing) but if I was my own trainer, I would put me on a treadmill and leave the gym. I need aerobics dammit.

Gotta put my game face on. Big job today and big game tonight.

And I'm out.

And I'm Gooch.

Pub crawl this Saturday.

Facebook/Twitter Post That Didn't Make It:

"If someone's not sure whether or not they want to molest kids, would they be considered just pedo-curious?"

Scourges:

I woke up this morning at 4am to a minor wind storm. I got up to shut the windows and tried to go back to sleep. Then, around 4:45, I get morning wood. Some people get up early to see the sunrise and I get to witness first hand the natural wonder of my AM boner. I'm too tired to jerk off but when I roll over to lay on my stomach, I look like a bike with a kick stand. I come to terms with the erection situation and as I start to get to sleep the "low battery" alert starts on the smoke detector. One beep a minute; like electronic chinese water torture. So then I've got to wrestle that thing apart. I was having troubles popping the back of the detector off. I swear to God I looked at my Mag Lite next to the bed and seriously considered beating the smoke detector into submission. Cooler head prevailed.

I went to the circus yesterday. It was fun... a little more MTV than I remember the circus being. Sign of the times. The magic was impressive. Like... people and elephants kept disappearing and me, being the most cynical person alive, was left wondering "how the fuck did they do that?" Nice change of pace for me.

Back to bed. I'm so freaking tired.

Peace