Everyone's favorite overweight, flak-jacket wearing harp player is in legal trouble again.
Or rather, as I see it, some harmonica-hating staties doctored their radar guns to read 111 mph, and then planted four rifles, nine handguns, a switchblade knife, a Taser and night vision goggles on his person.
To be fair, the pot was probably his.
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Wednesday, March 7, 2007
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