I’m the accused making my only call to my roomie asking her to open the Chrome browser on my desktop, go to datalounge’s website, and ask y’all what I should do.
Let’s be a DataLounge crime scene.
by Anonymous | reply 155 | October 18, 2019 7:15 PM |
Put on your booties and hairnet, and put on gloves. We know you keep all three in your purse.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | October 13, 2019 10:15 PM |
I'm the neighbor and also a main suspect, who lives next door to the victim, being badgered at work by the cops. I tell the investigators I'm too damn busy to sit for an interview. Surprisingly, the cops give and leave me the hell alone.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | October 13, 2019 10:44 PM |
Moitle, wotta mernin' I have had. This flatfoot was askin' about some MOIDAH next door when I was out the door ta woik. So I says, "I ain't got nuttin'." And the fresh article KEPT askin' questions! Finally I says, Moitle, finally I says, "Look, coppah, I can't help ya. Now if youse'll excuse me, I got HATS ta sell!"
by Anonymous | reply 4 | October 13, 2019 10:53 PM |
“He was always quiet and kept to himself.”
by Anonymous | reply 5 | October 14, 2019 1:47 AM |
I'm the gallons of semen.
by Anonymous | reply 6 | October 14, 2019 1:48 AM |
Second time this week I've seen her in the street in her caftan.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | October 14, 2019 4:16 AM |
I'm the dodgy new neighbor who seems friendly, claims to have grown up far away - but knows all the town history, gossip and scandals.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | October 14, 2019 4:18 AM |
I'm the cheesecake crumbs left all over the corpse.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | October 14, 2019 4:25 AM |
I’m Momma, making the evidence disappear beneath my caftan so that the cops won’t take away the hot cagemeat paroled into my custody. Startling, in light of the fact that the evidence is several dead bodies, but my mussy is surprisingly capacious.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | October 14, 2019 6:02 AM |
I'm the 1960s paneling with the bullet lodged in it where the victim swerved the first time. The second bullet is lodged in the victims's occipital. He won't have to pay for his parking place tonight. Or any night.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | October 14, 2019 6:20 AM |
I’m the doubting veracity poster who is conducting the interrogations. I know you cunts are lying.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | October 14, 2019 6:40 AM |
I'm the luminol that the CSIs spray to find blood. Found some blood spatter on the victim's caftan.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | October 14, 2019 6:42 AM |
I’m Muriel pitching a fit saying, ‘You Queens better stop gossiping about our DL murder’. Until she realizes it will really benefit her site, because of all the True Crime Addicts bringing in new clients.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | October 14, 2019 6:50 AM |
I’m the Teflon.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | October 14, 2019 7:45 AM |
I’m the crime scene investigator, who is excitedly removing pubic hairs from the victim’s teeth for it’s evidentiary yield.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | October 14, 2019 7:54 AM |
I'm a frau cop who mistook another apartment for mine and killed the actual tenant.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | October 14, 2019 7:56 AM |
I am the repurposed drag queen duct tape being use as crime scene ribbons.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | October 14, 2019 8:03 AM |
I’m the snitch who tells the police that the landlord was involved, since the dead man was telling everyone he was paying the rent boy.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | October 14, 2019 8:08 AM |
I'm the envelope full of sperm-filled condoms. I'm addressed to Robert Sepúlveda.
by Anonymous | reply 20 | October 14, 2019 8:11 AM |
I am the Doritos debris on the suspect’s hand that is assumed to be gun powder residue.
by Anonymous | reply 21 | October 14, 2019 8:18 AM |
I’m your fingerprints on the murder weapon—a bug black dildo covered in santorum.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | October 14, 2019 8:44 AM |
^big
by Anonymous | reply 23 | October 14, 2019 8:48 AM |
I’m the stiletto footprints in the nacreous layer of permacum.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | October 14, 2019 8:49 AM |
I'm the disco ball.
by Anonymous | reply 25 | October 14, 2019 8:50 AM |
I’m copious amounts of pot spattered in blood. Not the victim’s blood.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | October 14, 2019 8:51 AM |
I am the Cocaine all over the counter or could it be powdered sugar? I need DEA to test my evidence.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | October 14, 2019 8:54 AM |
A dead grammar Nazi was found lying on the floor. Police have identified a number of Data Lounge posters as prime suspects.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | October 14, 2019 8:55 AM |
The victim has been stabbed multiple times with a red pen. The words “fewer, not less” are carved in his forehead.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | October 14, 2019 8:57 AM |
The homicide squad has called in the grammar police who are going over the crime scene with nitpicks and magnifying glasses.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | October 14, 2019 8:59 AM |
I’m the neighbor boy. I discovered the body.
by Anonymous | reply 31 | October 14, 2019 9:00 AM |
I’m the victim’s “roommate.” I’m sitting on an Eames Lounge Chair knock-off muttering “oh dear” over and over. I’m trying to look innocent, but not too innocent for the hunky detective to interrogate.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | October 14, 2019 9:04 AM |
What’s that smell?
by Anonymous | reply 33 | October 14, 2019 9:08 AM |
I'm the telephone. The CSIs will find no fingerprints on me, for I have only been dialed with a pencil.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | October 14, 2019 9:11 AM |
I'm the words "Pointless" and "Bitchery" scrawled in semen on a wall. They baffle all of the crime scene investigators except one, a hopeless closet case who will never, ever reveal how it is that he knows what it all means.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | October 14, 2019 9:12 AM |
Is that a framed poster of Leopold and Loeb?
by Anonymous | reply 36 | October 14, 2019 9:13 AM |
I’m the gin and regret that triggered the crime spree.
by Anonymous | reply 37 | October 14, 2019 9:15 AM |
Oh, look. The victim tried to write something with his bloody finger—MURIE . . . Who’s Murie?
by Anonymous | reply 38 | October 14, 2019 9:16 AM |
I'm the mysterious blonde wig found carelessly thrown on the bathroom floor. No member of this drama would wear it; where did I come from?
Did I tell you I am a synthetic sixties fall - as revealed on closer inspection.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | October 14, 2019 9:17 AM |
Pssst! You didn’t hear it from me, but . . . They discovered meatballs in the victim’s rectum.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | October 14, 2019 9:19 AM |
I'm the motive: the victim asked for a towel.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | October 14, 2019 9:19 AM |
There’s a strainer full of recently-cooked pasta sitting in the sink.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | October 14, 2019 9:21 AM |
I’m the scribbled words above the broken recliner in pork rind grease: I HATED THAT FAT WHORE!
by Anonymous | reply 43 | October 14, 2019 9:24 AM |
I am the pearls that even the medical examiner cannot remove from the victim’s clutch.
by Anonymous | reply 44 | October 14, 2019 9:26 AM |
i'm Jessica Fletcher. I'll sort this all out in 47 minutes.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | October 14, 2019 9:28 AM |
I’m the shrine to Jessica Lange. The detectives later suspect the broken figurines of Miss Lange played a big part in the crime.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | October 14, 2019 9:47 AM |
I'm Velma Dinkley. I'll sort this all out in 21 minutes.
by Anonymous | reply 47 | October 14, 2019 9:51 AM |
I'm Mrs. Patsy Ramsey. I can't help you. This baffling crime will never be solved.
by Anonymous | reply 48 | October 14, 2019 9:52 AM |
I'm the inevitability of the Datalounger eyewitness forgetting himself and openly cradling his very special cradling-mug while giving his statement. (Unfortunately for the victim his entire statement was, "I don't know her.")
He'll spend the next twenty years in a rage over having his cozy little secret exposed, shrieking in every [italic] WHET That Datalounger Who Cradled the Mug?[/italic] thread that he was actually holding a high-end sex toy and how typical of the poors, the fats, and the olds not to have recognized it. Déclassé!
Then he'll die.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | October 14, 2019 10:06 AM |
I’m the corpse named Mary.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | October 14, 2019 10:19 AM |
And I'm the exclamation point painted in blood beside the corpse.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | October 14, 2019 11:51 AM |
I am the undigested pineapple found in the victim's stomach at the autopsy.
by Anonymous | reply 52 | October 14, 2019 12:28 PM |
The shooter was impeccably dressed, hair styled to perfection and not an ounce overweight. He gracefully walked into the bakery, opened fire as he shouted in a masculine voice "Rejoice fat whores".
by Anonymous | reply 53 | October 14, 2019 12:33 PM |
I am the victim, Cheryl. Police enter and assume the noxious smell is advanced decomposition—mistakenly assuming the death occurred weeks ago. It was within the hour.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | October 14, 2019 2:37 PM |
I’m the video footage showing the Datalounge angry villagers cornering Erna in the alleyway, then dousing her in grease before tossing their torches at her.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | October 14, 2019 2:45 PM |
[quote]I'm the luminol that the CSIs spray to find blood. Found some blood spatter on the victim's caftan.
I'm the victim's bedspread When CSI's UV Light hits me I light up like the Las Vegas Strip.
by Anonymous | reply 57 | October 14, 2019 2:53 PM |
I am the terrified cop who goes down to the basement reluctantly and, while his eyes adjust to the room, hears a single "Yum!", then a distinctive ruffling of fabric and a shape emerges of a fat, pimpled ass presenting hole.
by Anonymous | reply 58 | October 14, 2019 3:00 PM |
I am the Red Dragon Cheese that is in the fridge. Since it's a DL murder, I will be a very important piece of evidence leading to a Butch Sous Chef!
by Anonymous | reply 59 | October 14, 2019 3:01 PM |
I am the cop who is designated to listen to all the witness help line calls and rate them from 0/10 to, at best, 8/10 (c'mon, none of those ESTs come up with something remotely believable).
by Anonymous | reply 60 | October 14, 2019 3:06 PM |
I am Cheryl, the murder victim of a Murder In the Orient Express type murder mystery. Who DIDN'T stab me is the real question. Not that it matters though since all the murderers get off scot free.
by Anonymous | reply 61 | October 14, 2019 3:10 PM |
I am the victim’s caftan, with stains of McRib sandwich sauce, tomato paste and Bloody Mary! mix that seem to mimic blood stains.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | October 14, 2019 3:22 PM |
I'm the victim's cat. No food for 3 days and the body just sitting there, WTF did you think I was going to do?
by Anonymous | reply 63 | October 14, 2019 3:25 PM |
[quote] Let’s be a DataLounge crime scene.
Better known as the local ALDI discount supermarket.
by Anonymous | reply 64 | October 14, 2019 3:26 PM |
I'm the eldergay, residing in bits and pieces in jars of the rough trade's refrigerator.
by Anonymous | reply 65 | October 14, 2019 3:30 PM |
I'm the sardonic and prissy forensics team leader. Nothing nauseates me except the tasteless decorating choices of the dead victim.
by Anonymous | reply 66 | October 14, 2019 3:33 PM |
"He was worse than Hitler...but that didn't mean I wanted to kill him!"
by Anonymous | reply 67 | October 14, 2019 3:49 PM |
I’m the photographer snapping pics of the victim’s broken cunt bone.
by Anonymous | reply 68 | October 14, 2019 4:21 PM |
I’m supine on the floor, next to a rotary telephone. I was stabbed to death with pencils.
by Anonymous | reply 69 | October 14, 2019 4:27 PM |
Datalounge is a crime scene.
by Anonymous | reply 70 | October 14, 2019 4:40 PM |
I'm the gargoyle neighbor who saw it all while perched on the roof.
by Anonymous | reply 71 | October 14, 2019 4:48 PM |
I'm the coroner, realizing that "a man went up into the man."
by Anonymous | reply 72 | October 14, 2019 4:50 PM |
I'm the MAGA hat left at the scene in a pathetic attempt to frame a deplorable for the crime.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | October 14, 2019 4:52 PM |
I’m the murderous fatty on the lam.
by Anonymous | reply 74 | October 14, 2019 4:52 PM |
I'm the disco lights and the gimp mask.
by Anonymous | reply 75 | October 14, 2019 4:53 PM |
I'm the cak and graxy that tests positive for prussic acid.
by Anonymous | reply 76 | October 14, 2019 4:53 PM |
I'm the tranny victim. I died of an overdose. Doesn't matter---my fellow trans will be all over SM tomorrow proclaiming there is an EPIDEMIC of tranny murders.
by Anonymous | reply 77 | October 14, 2019 4:55 PM |
I [bold]should[/bold] be a witness, but because I smoke copious amounts of pot, silly, I'm pretty useless.
by Anonymous | reply 78 | October 14, 2019 4:58 PM |
J'accuse Mrs Patsy Ramsey, formerly of Boulder, Colorado! Observe the almost empty bowl of pineapple on the formica counter top..
by Anonymous | reply 79 | October 14, 2019 5:01 PM |
I'm the blowsy, nosy next door neighbor who takes offense when the detective tells her "Move it along, Toots."
by Anonymous | reply 80 | October 14, 2019 5:06 PM |
But I’m deceased.
by Anonymous | reply 81 | October 14, 2019 5:07 PM |
The victim has CUNT written on his forehead? Why? Uhm, this is DL officer. Duh!
by Anonymous | reply 82 | October 14, 2019 5:38 PM |
I'm the neighbor who loves to appear on the evening news.
"Erna would give you the shirt off her back. She lit up a room!"
by Anonymous | reply 83 | October 14, 2019 5:55 PM |
Mrs Ramsey, you'll nevah be dead on the lounge!
by Anonymous | reply 84 | October 14, 2019 5:55 PM |
The suspect was arrested at the scene
[quote]You have the right to F&F. Anything you say can and will be met with "EST!" You have the right to start a thread requesting legal advice, to have your questions answered by shut-ins who have committed every episode of Ally McBeal to memory, and to have the cunty R1 present during any questioning. If you have not sufficient to pay $1.50 per month... Well, that's not my problem. I'm not running a legal aid society here.
by Anonymous | reply 85 | October 14, 2019 5:57 PM |
I'm the DNA analyst assigned to work on the nacreous layer of permacum. My equipment blew up after it reached 9,999 distinct samples.
by Anonymous | reply 86 | October 14, 2019 6:00 PM |
I'm the bloodcurdling scream that prompted neighbors to call the police.
by Anonymous | reply 87 | October 14, 2019 6:15 PM |
Fix your equipment and get back to work, R86. The samples jackhammered from the shower floor have just arrived.
by Anonymous | reply 88 | October 14, 2019 6:17 PM |
I am the old, gay cop arriving at the crime scene who sighs and then mutters: This is why we can't have nice things.
I get called to all the gay crime scenes for some reason.
by Anonymous | reply 89 | October 14, 2019 6:23 PM |
I am the murderer who got tricked into confessing after the investigating cop and his sidekick went all "Tasteful Friends" on my ass and criticized the crime scene's interior design. Like, WTF you guys?
by Anonymous | reply 90 | October 14, 2019 6:28 PM |
I'm the murderer who inadvertently gave away clues known only to law enforcement about the crime scene.
"Her sheets were 100% polyester"
by Anonymous | reply 91 | October 14, 2019 6:34 PM |
I'm Drag Miranda Rights
[opening tongue pop!] "You have the right to remain sickening. Anything you tuck can and will be taped up in you ...."
by Anonymous | reply 92 | October 14, 2019 9:28 PM |
I’m the heat (cop) getting ready to frisk you, and man I sure am ‘packing’.
by Anonymous | reply 93 | October 14, 2019 9:31 PM |
I'm J. B. Fletcher and I will have this case solved with 43 minutes, in spite of R89 patronising me and telling me "Butt out Lady!".
by Anonymous | reply 94 | October 14, 2019 9:51 PM |
R94 Well I am Colombo, and I can solve this case in 40 minutes. Back off Biotch.
by Anonymous | reply 95 | October 14, 2019 9:55 PM |
I’m the turquoise belt hanging in the closet.
by Anonymous | reply 96 | October 14, 2019 9:59 PM |
I am not one, but two Go Fund Me pages set up to assist the grieving yet financially stable widow.
by Anonymous | reply 97 | October 14, 2019 10:56 PM |
Hi Mrs. Burrous.
by Anonymous | reply 98 | October 14, 2019 11:23 PM |
I'm the victim's sole benefic-I mean, his best friend. What did he leave me?
by Anonymous | reply 99 | October 14, 2019 11:57 PM |
I'm a killer twink. I was positively identified by my stinky feet and funky ball-smell.
by Anonymous | reply 100 | October 15, 2019 12:05 AM |
I'm the front page headline of the local newspaper the next morning: "DEATH OF A SALESBOTTOM"
by Anonymous | reply 101 | October 15, 2019 12:11 AM |
I am the old homophobic, homicide detective. I am grizzled, I am gruff, I am two weeks from retirement, I mutter "Homo passion job, I hate these." Inevitably, the killer somehow hears me.
by Anonymous | reply 102 | October 15, 2019 12:17 AM |
I'm Dick Wolf, waiting by the news stand, so I can rip this from the headlines
by Anonymous | reply 103 | October 15, 2019 12:19 AM |
I'm the clue that would solve the case but no one seems to notice me.
by Anonymous | reply 104 | October 15, 2019 12:25 AM |
I’m Vivian Vance. Because I’m goddamn Vivian Vance, bitches!
by Anonymous | reply 105 | October 15, 2019 1:36 AM |
I'm the mysterious letters to the police, signed simply [italic]Tasteful Friend.
by Anonymous | reply 106 | October 15, 2019 2:27 AM |
I'm the cigarette smoking neighbor. I saw everything but sadly, the police mistake me for a gargoyle and never bother to interview me.
by Anonymous | reply 107 | October 15, 2019 2:45 AM |
I was killed because I was one of the whistleblower's sources. Everything else is just diversion.
by Anonymous | reply 108 | October 15, 2019 2:46 AM |
I'm the 22 "___is DEAD TO ME" threads that will be posted to DL in the days after the murder.
by Anonymous | reply 109 | October 15, 2019 2:48 AM |
I’m the gay crime scene photographer. I get up close and personal with my photography. After looking at my photos, Cheryl TRIES to hire me to take her boudoir pictures for her new lover.
by Anonymous | reply 110 | October 15, 2019 3:03 AM |
I am good taste, and I am dead.
I said I'm dead....Dead.
DEAD!!!!
by Anonymous | reply 111 | October 15, 2019 3:08 AM |
I’m a slip of paper, folded like some kind of origami, slipped into the next-of-kin’s hand by a well-wisher. Later, when she opens me she reads, “Can I have his stuff?” It’s some kind of calligraphy. There’s a phone number engraved below.
by Anonymous | reply 112 | October 15, 2019 4:32 AM |
I am the "Tatum O'Neal" threads authored by the main suspect waiting to be disclosed for the insanity defense.
by Anonymous | reply 113 | October 15, 2019 5:41 AM |
R112 I enter the scene I’m able to make out the phone number it’s , hold on, ok, it’s 867-5309. They say ask for Jenny?
by Anonymous | reply 114 | October 15, 2019 6:06 AM |
I am a dusty old iPod, haven't been played in years. DL wonders what songs I carry.
by Anonymous | reply 115 | October 15, 2019 11:02 AM |
I am GapPlaylistGuy, hoping law enforcement is oblivious to what might be on that iPod
by Anonymous | reply 116 | October 15, 2019 11:16 AM |
I'm someone who didn't read the thread before posting something redundant.
I will be the next victim.
by Anonymous | reply 117 | October 15, 2019 3:46 PM |
I am the tawdry sheets that have not been changed in six months. Luminol and a black light reveal so many layers of human body fluids the dribbles splashes look like an elaborate abstract painting. We'll never separate the DNA out of this mess.
by Anonymous | reply 118 | October 15, 2019 4:48 PM |
I'm the Midwestern husband who is a Christian and very active in his church.
Of course I didn't do it.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | October 15, 2019 6:04 PM |
The victim’s apartment is full of photos of the victim smelling cookies.
by Anonymous | reply 120 | October 15, 2019 6:07 PM |
I am the over eager reporter who waits on the sideline and, when spotting the cops leaving the crime scene, shouts: WHAT SONGS ARE ON THE VICTIM'S IPOD?
I work freelance for Buzzfeed and Spotify.
by Anonymous | reply 121 | October 15, 2019 6:20 PM |
I am the final, unfinished message the victim writes with his own blood right next to him. I say: Julie is a c
by Anonymous | reply 122 | October 15, 2019 6:25 PM |
I am Annie Leibovitz. I am so broke I have to work as a crime scene photographer now. Dear God, the light in here is atrocious!
by Anonymous | reply 123 | October 15, 2019 6:28 PM |
R124 here, "on" not "from", sorry
by Anonymous | reply 125 | October 15, 2019 6:45 PM |
I am the judge that allows the convicts to be set free as long as they present hole.
by Anonymous | reply 126 | October 15, 2019 7:47 PM |
I'm the perpetrator who will be found not guilty by a jury of Dataloungers because I am so hot.
by Anonymous | reply 127 | October 15, 2019 7:59 PM |
Guilty, but sentenced to house detention. My house.
by Anonymous | reply 128 | October 15, 2019 8:07 PM |
R128 I am the judge I agree R127 is free to walk.
by Anonymous | reply 129 | October 15, 2019 9:19 PM |
I'm the Louis Vuitton shoe with the red sole, covered in a thick. ropey, nacreous layer of bodily fluid. Wait, all eyes detect .. the left shoe is a fake! A FAKE SHOE!
by Anonymous | reply 130 | October 15, 2019 9:42 PM |
r130 - a fake shoe, a designer rip-off, this is bigger than we know.
by Anonymous | reply 131 | October 15, 2019 11:30 PM |
I’m the corrupt DL’er cop. I see a Rolex watch laying on the victim, and simply try it on. Couple hours later I arrive home. Oh No! I realize I left the watch on my arm and left the crime scene. I guess I’ll have to keep the Rolex. Way they don’t know won’t hurt them.
by Anonymous | reply 132 | October 15, 2019 11:33 PM |
I'm the nacreous layers of permacum that are revealed by the blacklight.
by Anonymous | reply 133 | October 15, 2019 11:55 PM |
I'm the killer furiously trying to scrub skid marks off of the victim's bedding.
by Anonymous | reply 134 | October 16, 2019 12:08 AM |
I’m Mama. I’m the victim. I foolishly ran a Prison Release Program for Very Hardened Felons. I never lowered my caftan given all my ‘drippings’. They’ll claim I slipped in my puddle and hit my head.
by Anonymous | reply 135 | October 16, 2019 2:58 AM |
I'm the soft butch sous chef
by Anonymous | reply 136 | October 16, 2019 3:03 AM |
I'm the Agatha Christie style mystery being written about it called Murder on the Atlantis Cruise
by Anonymous | reply 137 | October 16, 2019 3:56 AM |
I’m the DL Psychologist trying to calm all the Queens down.
by Anonymous | reply 138 | October 16, 2019 4:06 AM |
[quote] I guess I’ll have to keep the Rolex.
As if you could tell the real thing from a cheap knockoff.
by Anonymous | reply 139 | October 16, 2019 5:10 AM |
I am the Frau novel about this DL murder. The title is: "Earrings & Caftan: The Basement Murders"
by Anonymous | reply 140 | October 16, 2019 6:20 AM |
I am the glass supposedly punched by the intruder to gain entry but, whoops, I am outside on the ground instead of inside the house...it's an inside job!
by Anonymous | reply 141 | October 16, 2019 7:07 AM |
I am the "Let's pretend we are an episode of Forensic Files" thread that the killer should have studied.
by Anonymous | reply 142 | October 16, 2019 8:06 AM |
I am the fingerprint powder applied throughout the victim's anus.
by Anonymous | reply 143 | October 16, 2019 8:50 AM |
I am the frenulum print found on the victim's forehead.
by Anonymous | reply 144 | October 16, 2019 10:05 AM |
I am Miss Candice DeLong, offering my highly Botoxed hot takes on the proceedings.
by Anonymous | reply 145 | October 16, 2019 1:27 PM |
I'm the "straight" married man, found dead in a seedy hotel room, surrounded by meth, poppers, and bondage gear
by Anonymous | reply 146 | October 16, 2019 4:54 PM |
I'm the "straight" married man, found dead in a seedy hotel room, surrounded by meth, poppers, and bondage gear
by Anonymous | reply 147 | October 16, 2019 4:54 PM |
I'm the victim, a 35-year-old self-described "pig bottom" who put his motel address and room number on his hook-up app profile with the caption "The door is unlocked and I am waiting for you."
by Anonymous | reply 148 | October 16, 2019 5:57 PM |
I'm Nancy Grace. I'm not interested in this case because it involves gay men and not an angelic kidnapped white girl
by Anonymous | reply 149 | October 16, 2019 6:38 PM |
[quote]I'm Nancy Grace. I'm not interested in this case because it involves gay men and not an angelic kidnapped white girl
How about a middle-aged man who identifies as an angelic 6-year-old white girl?
by Anonymous | reply 150 | October 17, 2019 4:06 AM |
I'm the mauve tape demarcating the crime scene. Because yellow tape is so not fabulous!
by Anonymous | reply 151 | October 17, 2019 9:07 PM |
I’m the DL German Shepherd smelling all posts to find the PERP!
by Anonymous | reply 152 | October 18, 2019 3:15 AM |
I'm the three gays being arrested in Central Park for holding down an innocent frau unknown to them...........
And doing her hair and makeup
by Anonymous | reply 153 | October 18, 2019 3:39 AM |
I'm the desk sergeant back at the precinct, fending off the anonymous caller who says only, "Can I have his stuff?"
by Anonymous | reply 154 | October 18, 2019 4:36 AM |
I'm the gay police force asked to do a ground search. But we're all on our phones and giggling...
by Anonymous | reply 155 | October 18, 2019 7:15 PM |