"Ok, Detective, let me get this straight. You have no witnesses, no evidence left behind, no fingerprints, hair, or DNA, nothing that could

** Investigation Case File, Entry 170708--01-34

Unbeknownst to prime suspect Karen Bailey, witness Randolph Dee was wearing a wire, and to the entire booth at the restaurant was fitted with hidden cameras, hidden microphones, and hidden guilt-analyzers.  The way she sat there and laughed in his face was particularly chilling, an indication of a cold-blooded, conniving scam artist.  Her taunting comments to him have been entered as court exhibit A.  In addition to all the other evidence against her, it's obvious that Dee told the truth when he declared he was being framed.  





This post was edited by Randy D at July 9, 2017 6:50 AM MDT

Once again, Randy D falls for the FAKE police department ruse. Yes, there was a meeting. Yes, there were cameras. Yes, he did wear a wire. Yes, it was all staged by ME! He never knew that all the video and audio 'evidence' he gathered was going to be, and has been altered to make it appear that he confessed to the crime. Months of recording his phone conversations, and placing 'bugs' all around his house has given us enough sound bites to splice together a pretty damning case against him. He will find out when the 'evidence' is presented in court. 
As a side note, the bugging of his house has revealed that he sings in the shower. He breaks out into  very off key versions of, "I Feel Pretty", and "Animal Crackers In My Soup". Sad, just sad!! This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at July 9, 2017 7:01 AM MDT

Dream away, Lady. This I-engineered-it-all tact of yours won't work. Perhaps you can sell it to your fellow inmates when you get to prison as a way to bolster your rise to the top of the hierarchy there, but it won't help you one bit here on the outside. 


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Poor delusional man. Still clinging to a fraying strand of hope. That tall, muscular 'detective' you turned your 'evidence' over to is actually the brother-in-law to my attorney, Gino. Remember when I dropped my napkin? That was just my way of checking under the table to make sure my mic was still in place.  The 'detective' you took with you to sit at the bar to protect you? That was Tony "The Hammer" Tribbiani, one of my guys. He was there in case you spotted my surveillance equipment and tried to get froggy with me The waitress, Becca? She's one of mine as well. The house salad you ordered? She slipped an RFID chip into one of the croutons. It's specially designed to attach to your lower intestine so it won't be eliminated. We can now track your every move so there is no running away from us. 
You really should rethink your nail color here, blue does not suit you. This post was edited by Benedict Arnold at July 9, 2017 11:54 AM MDT

You should call Hawking and let him know you have solved the black hole question.  
A black hole is really just a bunch of tildes, running amuck.  

I've tried, but he won't return my calls. :(