Singing Loudly

I really enjoy stories about people going undercover in order to bust some crime ring. It used to be that people tried to go undercover to bust up the mob or to go after a big drug ring. Now everyone is wanting to bust into child porn/child predator rings. Oh how the mighty have sunk.

Who wants wimpy guys on their computers when they could be running around in flashy cars? Who wants to be packing candy bars and kool aid when they could be packing high caliber, semi-automatic weapons? And most importantly, who wants to be checking out pictures of kids when they could be snorting some of the best white lady in the world? Serious...

Yes, I have to admit, the life of the undercover agent has become far too passe for me.

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