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In New Hampshire:

NASHUA, N.H. — Police have dropped drug possession charges against a Merrimack, N.H., man after a judge ruled that a police search that turned up marijuana was illegal.

Superior Court Judge William Groff ruled police did not have enough reason to search 28-year-old Shawn Proulx’s apartment. He said the 3 pounds of marijuana they found cannot be used as evidence.

Police originally went to Proulx’s apartment to arrest him on a fugitive charge. But when an officer smelled what he identified as fresh marijuana and saw a scale he believed was being used to weigh pot, police got a search warrant.

The judge said that in an affidavit for the warrant, police did not show that the officer had the expertise or qualifications to detect the odor of fresh marijuana. The officer has more than 20 years of experience, but the affidavit did not mention it.

Okay, just because that officer has been smoking weed for 20 years doesn’t mean he knows the stench. Heh. Okay, okay, I kid.

Anyway, have a look at Boston (via Bruce):

He was headed in to meet me in the South End and boarded the bus at Washington St. near Roslindale Village heading to Forest Hills. Upon boarding he realized that his wallet wasn’t in his pants pocket and got off at the next stop and began to walk home. As he was walking up the street, an undercover police officer came up from behind and grabbed him and pushed him to the hood of a parked car and handcuffed him. For the next half hour the police officer (who had called for backup) searched his phone, wallet (which he actually did have, it was in a leg pocket in his cargo pants) and repeatedly questioned him about text messages (even asking “who’s Neal?”) and his employment status, if he had ever been arrested or even got tickets (neither of which he had gotten ever, despite the cop saying he “had it on the screen”) and why he got off the bus after one stop.

Saw this over at Sebastians:

My club doesn’t allow you to bring a firearm onto club property to shoot unless it’s unloaded and cased. For concealed carry, I was told if they don’t see it, it’s not a problem, but you can’t shoot or show your carry piece, unless the shit has hit the fan. The local indoor range allows shooting carry pieces, even from the holster, but it’s $20 an hour to shoot there, and yearly memberships are $200.

Yipes! $20 an hour and $200 a year? Not allowed to shoot a carry piece?

My range costs $35 a year. It’s 10 minutes away, and I can bring anything from busted heaters to Furby if I want to.

You know, with the right sized basement and some soundproofing, you could in theory build a little indoor 15-yard handgun range in your house.

Hmmmmm …

It was this day about 20 years ago that I got the bright idea to switch all the salt and sugar in my parent’s house.

My father REALLY enjoys his morning cup of coffee. He also doesn’t have much of a sense of humor when it comes to pranks.

I think he beat the living shit out of me, but honestly I don’t really remember anything but an initial barrage of really filthy language.

After switching most of it back, time came for Mom’s home-cooked dinner. Steak and soup. Neither of those taste very good with sugar on them.

That was the last big prank I ever pulled. But damn it seemed like a good idea at the time!

Uhhhh. Ow?

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