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12-12-2015, 12:30 PM
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One Dead, One Injured, Shot in Car.
In the early afternoon of Friday, December 11, 2015, around 13h: 30min, rescuers of SIATE (Integrated Care Trauma and Emergency), staff on duty were called to service to two victims of gun shots. The driver was dead when they arrived and the 21 year old passenger was injured with a gun shot wound to the leg. The driver was 46 years old. The site was isolated by the Military Police until the arrival of the Scientific Police, Homicide Division and the Institute of Forensic Medicine. Several 9mm bullet casings were found on site. |
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12-12-2015, 03:58 PM
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Re: One Dead, One Injured, Shot in Car.
dammmn! muckyey's On A Rollll! Likes-ah Tootsie Rollll! Came Tos-ah Rolllin Stop! Taught Hes-ah In Shock! Blew Out His Ass-ah With A Bullet Through dee Glass-ah! NOW Hes-ah Stares Into dee Air! Without ah Care! Why Didn't You Stay! To Fight Another Day! NOW He's Gone A Way! No Longer Livin With Fear! His Body Buried Without Further Wear! slyksleevemuckyey's Farewell!... |
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12-13-2015, 07:13 AM
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Re: One Dead, One Injured, Shot in Car.
Reminds me of a joke: There was a treasure ship on its way back to port. About halfway there, it was approached by a pirate, skull and crossbones waving in the breeze! "Captain, captain, what do we do?" asked the first mate. "First mate," said the captain, "go to my cabin, open my sea chest, and bring me my red shirt." The first mate did so. Wearing his bright red shirt, the captain exhorted his crew to fight. So inspiring was he, in fact, that the pirate ship was repelled without casualties. A few days later, the ship was again approached, this time by two pirate sloops! "Captain, captain, what should we do?" "First mate, bring me my red shirt!" The crew, emboldened by their fearless captain, fought heroically, and managed to defeat both boarding parties, though they took many casualties. That night, the survivors had a great celebration. The first mate asked the captain the secret of his bright red shirt. "It's simple, first mate. If I am wounded, the blood does not show, and the crew continues to fight without fear." A week passed, and they were nearing their home port, when suddenly the lookout cried that ten ships of the enemy's armada were approaching! "Captain, captain, we're in terrible trouble, what do we do?" The first mate looked expectantly at the miracle worker. Pale with fear, the captain commanded, "First mate.... bring me my brown pants!" |