Striving to maintain for this blog an elevated standard of excellence and seriousness, I don’t normally comment about buttocks.
(OK, I did write about overhearing a gal say she wanted Frida Kahlo tattooed there.)
However, a line in a local newspaper story got my attention: “police say they caught him with 69 bags of heroin hidden in his buttocks.”
A reasonable person naturally wonders: how big were they? The bags. And the buttocks. Inquiring minds want to know.
The newspaper did not specify any dimensions. But, hypothesizing the smallest bags one can plausibly envision, it’s still a log of bags. And so we come to the size of the buttocks. Need I say more?
And what, pray tell, was this guy’s comeuppance, for being busted with 69 bags of heroin up his rear? The City of Schenectady is paying him $25,000. To settle his lawsuit claiming illegal search.
Only in America.
(He was a passenger in a car stopped because of a warrant for the driver. Courts ruled the cop needed another warrant to search the passenger; so drug charges against him were thrown out. Was his lawsuit against the City cheeky?)