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| Man Dressed as Tree Accused of Robbing Bank A New Hampshire man is under arrest, accused of robbing a bank while dressed as a tree.
Police say the suspect, James Coldwell, waited in line in the get-up. Investigators think it was some sort of disguise, but it ended up drawing attention rather than concealing the suspect's identity.
Police say Coldwell covered himself in leaves, then entered the bank on Saturday morning.
"Officers got a call around 9 o'clock that there had been a robbery," says Sgt. Maureen Tessier with the Manchester Police Department. "They met with some witnesses who said a woman who said the suspect had tree branches duct taped to his body went into the bank, demanded cash and fled with some money."
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| it's like what they say...
IT'S THE END OF AN ERA!!
i'm sad because this wasn't due for another year, but either way...
... you're leaving. JERK!
hehe, jk.
well well, roommieee~ here's MY shot out to yaaa~
all in all, i just wanna thank ya...
... for going kaso retreat, even though i didnt know u that well freshman year.
... for baking cinnamon buns during finals. they were yummayyyyy~
... for every single freaking tv/movie marathon that left us so scared we slept with the lights on. "ooOoohhh the otherssss"
... for making mee-yuk-gook time after time after time after time.
... for bus-ing it to pusan and lugging back 25 pounds of rice.
... and for getting off on the wrong stop and walking to our apt from shattuck. ... for filling up your memory card with bio crap so you couldn't capture this:  YOU NERD.
... for depleting the entire supply of goh-reh-bab at pusan.
... for making me laugh. top dance? prunes? do it to me do it to me!! 
... for being more excited about my last final than i was. and then announcing it to the entire world.
... for tanning in 60 degree weather at the beach.
... for making me hate food for getting in the way of things. i never used to think it was so annoying.
... for all the talks. i can sum 'em all up: boys are stupid. girls are evil.
... for biking across the golden gate bridge. hahahahaha sucker.
... for stealing paper towels from work.
... for going to rsf with me. that one monday. oh and that other thursday.
... for getting pho with me 28 times a week.
... for making the five golden rules:
1) play efficiently. out by 11. home by 2.
2) sleep in own bed and in pjs.
3) no throwing up.
4) no crying.
5) drink lots of water.
... for always sleeping with the lights on. what can i say, i'm nocturnal.
... for being my bow-legged buddy.
... for being a BEAST freshman year.
... for believing that weed is fake. cuz it really is.
... for all the incoherent posts and comments where you talk like you're (a) drunk or (b) on speed or (c) both? "that shit dont fly in BOK-Eh-LAI~"
... for being that one other person who jumps into her pjs right when she gets home. even if it is 2 in the afternoon.
... for adopting snickers and co.
... for actually believing me when i said, "i'm gonna study like my midterm is tomorrow!!"
... for actually responding with, "YEH YEHH ME TOO!!! BBAH SHYAHH!"
... for being there for me when i was being lame. and speaking of which...
... for being willing to sit and eat pizza with me on my birthday. in pjs of course.
... for just being "special" ... "DAHHhhHhh... "
... for keeping me sane sophomore year, junior year, freshman year (in that order).
... for your hypochondria/ocd. i think it kept me alive.
... oh and for watching hours of csi and deciding to kill our mold-flies.
... for turning off my straightening iron every morning.
... for keeping the dryer out of the sink.
... for all your support and encouragement - "no more tears!  "
... for waking me up all those mornings when i just couldn't get out of bed.
... for the closest fight we've ever gotten into: HAHAHA
"debbie, it's your alarm."
"no bo, it's YOUR alarm."
"NO IT'S NOT." 
"YES IT IS." 
"no... oh wait. yea it is." [hit snooze and both go back to bed]
... for believing that mashing up cooked potatoes and shaping them into long sticks was how they made french fries.  yeah u thought i forgot about that one.
... for teaching me to love long island and tokyo tea~
... for coming up ways we can be millionaires. popsicle sticks that break in half? yea just be a patent lawyer. you'll be a millionaire in 5 seconds.
... for being the texting queen.
... for being a grandma when necessary. we'll be roomies when we're 60~ cross-stitching and puzzles!
... for playing "money maker" again and again and again.
... for putting up with my creepy online laugh.
... for the shot out at your graduation. it really really really really really made my day. DIBBEEEEEE DIBBBEEEEEEEE DIB. funny baek-in lady 
... for pretty much making 3/4 of my college memories. up until the very end.
 
i am really going to miss you. i wish georgia wasn't so far.
YOU BETTER VISIT!! 
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| what i love about summer, being six-years old, and not having a pool:
the super soaker 50 water gun larami.
this was my brother's gun.
and mine?
a water pistol. dinky piece of crap.
i always lost.
it's called being the youngest child and having a punk of an older brother.
but definitely some good times
and they have the super soaker on eBay for $13.50!! 
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| The universe wants me to stop drinking. It told me so today.
Sign 1:
The weather was abnormally hot so I grabbed a Lemon-Lime Gaterade before my 10 am class. Took me from Johnstons to GBC to get the sucker open (a good 3 minute walk).
Sign 2:
I get to class and take another sip. I close the lid ever so tightly and slip it into my side pocket. 30 minutes later I go for another drink and realize it's 3/4 empty. "Hmm, I must've been awful thirsty from the long walk to Tolman," I think to myself. So I gulp some more and put it back in my backpack. When class ends, I pick up my backpack and realize that it's completely soaked and stinks of lemon-lime.
Sign 3:
I go to the bathroom. I dry it completely. But stupid Northface makes the back part of the backpack extra spongy (for back support i guess). So even after I dried it, it soaked my shirt when i walked back to campus. I didn't realize this until I was at Memorial Glade so it was too late to do anything about it. So I just did this awkward hand-on-the-ass walk, where my trusty hand served as a barrier between my back and the pack.
Sign 4:
I go to Haas, but this time I'm thirsty and tired from all the backpack drying. So I go get some coffee from FIFO. I order and the nice lady puts the coffee on the counter. Somehow I get really distracted and grab the tip jar instead of my coffee. The weird rattling noise of the coins should've stopped me, but my brain is somewhere else. The nice lady says, "Uh, miss?" and then laughs at me. I laugh back to play it cool. Bitch.
Jk. I like the FIFO lady. She's nice to me.
Sign 5:
I go home and walk into the kitchen. The Brita is empty.
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| don't really know what to make of this:
panda + dog = panda dog
it's cute and creepy at the same time.
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