Comments on: On The Beat – Halloween: Can’t We Just Let It Go?

By: Larry Cumstein

Larry Cumstein — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 15:08:41 +0000

I feel like stabbing dougnuts. Everyone loves a good doughnut stabbing

By: A.D. Teach

A.D. Teach — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:13:40 +0000

So, Joe… I take it you are not a “Doughnut Man”? Had I known, I would have gone to a great deal of trouble to make you like me more.

Really, I would.

xoxo,

Alex

By: Larry Cumstein

Larry Cumstein — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 15:55:12 +0000

Joe, Joe, Joe…seriously dude are you really trying to be an online hardass? Please spare us the laugh. If he lived in your town you would take down his ass yourself? Hmmm sounds like to me like underlying suppressed homosexual comment. What town would that be? San Francisco? Your comments about coffee and doughnut are insensitive and pathetic. Everyone loves coffee and doughnut so what the hell are you talking about, whats your point? Oh I guess cops aren’t allowed to take breaks huh? Do you get breaks when you mop up at the peep shows? I’m sure you might enjoy doughnut glaze on your lips besides that other man glaze that normally dons your face. Have a great week!

By: Really?

Really? — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 18:39:34 +0000

Joe Mathews: You’re an idiot. I hope you choke on a chicken bone. I’m glad your mother is dead because if she was alive she would be ashamed of you.

By: Joe Mathews

Joe Mathews — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 21:02:38 +0000

You accept free coffee? If you did that in my town I would take down your ass myself. I do not tolerate corrupt cowards. Also, shouldn’t you be working instead of drinking coffee and shoving donuts in your face? Lastly, your comments about stabbings are are insensitive and pathetic. Which I imagine so are you. My mother was stabbed and killed and if you made a comment like that in my presence you would be eating out of a straw for 6 weeks. Keep your cowardice and corrupt rants to yourself.

By: Joshua

Joshua — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 18:19:59 +0000

Love the articles Mr. Teach. Every week whilest driving back from Nashville I stop at the Chic-Fil-A at exit 78-B, order a number five, cherry coke, regular sized… with 2 things of bar-b-que sauce. After being told, “My pleasure” about four times, I then sit down next to an overly sized fish tank, and comfortably open up the pulse paper. After nom nomming on about four to five bite sized pieces of grease godness, (yes… godness) I reach the pinnacle of all local writers.

The Halloween take on the holiday from a Police officer when used with your tongue is brilliant. I was literally laughing out loud while a bus of cheer leaders starred through the thick transparent glass. The topping of the cake? “Why don’t we just kick Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny square in the crotch, you bitter and cheerless flag-burning assholes?” Pure gold. I was nervous at this point because I felt my heart stopping, which is more than likely brought on by lack of exercise and healthy once a week chic-fil-a diet, but never the less, cheers cheers!