Posted By:
VincentNo need to elaborate.
My future Mrs. and I first met in the back of a police squad car many years ago. But in our rowdy youth, we went out with a group of mutual friends who chose the wrong house inwhich to toilet paper the trees (after an emotional, hard-fought high school football game). Unbeknown to us, that same house was visited the night before by other rowdy youths with a similar idea. Needless to say, our timing was less than ideal. On the bright side, I couldn't have picked a better partner in crime (or partner for life). If only O.J. could have been so lucky.