Paul From Minneapolis

Saturday, July 30, 2005

A Punk Who No Longer Feels Lucky

From the London Times, on the capture of one of the sniveling noodle-dick cowards over there:

Another witness said one of the suspects was heard shouting ‘I’ve got rights’. After some time, Mr Holliman said heard several shots which he believed were gas being fired at the flat and then there was silence. Outside the flat there were police officers and marksmen with gas masks, as well as a helicopter overhead.

“What about my rights? What about my rights?”
Hm. Where have I heard that before?

Update: Is the term simply "noodle-dick?" Or would "noodle-dicked" be most proper? (Like a friend once said, writing is essentially solving problems and making decisions.)