I'm looking for the America's Most Wanted Episode that aired during Season 2 on May 21st, 1989: John Emil List case.
I cannot find it anywhere online and it is bugging the hell out of me- I've been looking for it for the past 3 weeks~and have come up with nothing...Those of you who can work magic on computers, please help me out. I need this in seven days.
I'm only supposed to be there for a week, but my boss decided to give me another week for "vacation" in Detroit. So I was wondering...what the hell is there to do around there? Any suggestions?
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The bitch of it all was that I bought all three when they first came out. Spending at least 40 bucks each. That package made me despise the lucky bastards that didn't have those games yet.
At first I thought I read the price sticker wrong, so I asked the older woman if I could look at them. And sure enough, 30 bucks it was.
Damn! Aw well, the games were money well spent.
I was expecting the Doc to tell me to "lighten up" on my exercise routine, or to start eating differently but what he said completely caught me off guard. DEPRESSION.
He thinks I've started dropping this mass amount of weight since my mother died - while I was on vacation, THEN he added in the meds I'm just now getting off for my frequent face lift, THEN about the tedious cases I'm constantly working on, And last but not least, my relationship with my sperm donor in which everyone else refers to as "my father"...
Since when did my Physical Doctor become my permanent Psychiatrist??
So now he has me pinned as "Manic Depressant" and I'm supposed to be taking Prozac, which pisses me right the fuck off. My life is not that messed up. And there is NO WAY I'm Manic Depressant, I didn't get the "Happy Go Lucky" award at the office for nothing.
I think it's time I go to a new Doctor along with my new Pharmacy...
The small metal plate that was in my jaw came out of the skin underneath my chin, so needless to say, my jaw is fucked...AGAIN.
Ugh, The good thing about this is the fact that the about 12 yr. old kid is 100% okay, the bad on the other hand is not only my damn face but my bank account, it's costing me a fucking fortune!
Yeah, RIGHT. I'd have to say, out of all of the Re women, Ashley had to be at the bottom of the barrel outside of Lisa and Sherry. I'd take Annette (Outside of the fact that she's a nut-case) over Ashley.
First one was a damn chin strap, the kind on a football helmet, from my secretary, Suzanne. She's a bitch, but we get along.
Second, was a T-Shirt that read "Dumb-Ass Crossing" from my buddy Jeff, the same buddy that told me wasabi was "A Kind of Mild Japanese Guacamole". Needless to say, he enjoyed watching me puke after downing a golf-ball sized portion.
Third, was a Sympathy card from Crystal, Jeff's secretary, she's really, really emotional.
Last but not least was a pair of Nike Sport "Gripz" Tennis Shoes from my boss. He's an ass. But the shoes fit well.
Then there's all the others, calling me hatchet-face and laughing and joking. We had a good time. I just can't wait till something happens to one of them. But, that's the bitch, things like that never happen to assholes.
...Jesus Christ. I then just grabbed my bottle and started to walk away only forgetting my receipt on the counter. "Um, Gaaaaabbbbbeeee? Your receipt is still here." I wanted to kill her. Not just a figure of speech either, I wanted to tackle her, mangle her face like mine, shove that receipt down her damn throat, only to stand back and admire the work I've done while she's choking to death.
Instead I just walked up there and snatched my receipt. "Hey, wanna get together sometime? I'd like to get to know you." I just looked at her. "No, I'm atheist." The look of shock on her face brought me great joy as I left. Even though I'm not atheist.