Do NOT underestimate the power of a Poodle...

A Lake Stevens-area man who allegedly forced his way onto a loaded school bus Friday morning and stole two children's backpacks was charged Tuesday with two counts of second- degree robbery and a pair of other felonies.

A judge Tuesday increased bail for James Dale Gilligan to $250,000.

Deputy prosecutor Craig Matheson asked for significantly higher bail for Gilligan, who had been held over the weekend on $60,000 bond. Gilligan told police he was trying to stop grade-school children from smuggling drugs.

The "defendant is clearly a danger to the community at large, based on his actions" on Friday, Matheson said in charging papers. Police found three knives on him, and Gilligan "made cryptic comments as what he intended to use them for," Matheson said.

When police asked Gilligan why he had accosted the school children, Gilligan told officers that his dog — a poodle named Peaches — told him the youngsters were carrying drugs in their backpacks, Matheson said. He also told officers that the knives he carried were "to take care of them drug smugglers," Matheson wrote.

Gilligan also was charged Tuesday with one count of third-degree assault for allegedly kicking and biting two Snohomish County sheriff's deputies, and one count of malicious mischief for kicking out a side window of a patrol car while being brought to jail.

According to documents, Gilligan first accosted a 10-year-old boy at a bus stop in the 3700 block of 99th Drive SE. He took the boy's backpack and then drove off, charging papers said.

Gilligan followed the bus, forced his way onto it at the next stop, and confronted a 10-year-old girl. He allegedly took her backpack, and at first told the bus driver he wasn't going to leave until the police came "because students on the bus were dealing drugs," Matheson said.

When told the police had already been called, Gilligan left. He was arrested at his home after several witnesses reported the incident and got the license number of his truck, Matheson said.

Gilligan told deputies he had smoked methamphetamine earlier that day to "help me find the drugs easier," Matheson said.

According to documents, Gilligan has numerous felony convictions, including theft, burglary, assault and drug possession, documents said. He also has 20 misdemeanor convictions.

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You're the RETARDED OFFSPRING OF FIVE MONKEYS HAVING BUTT-SEX WITH A FISH-SQUIRREL Congratulations!


Al Gore: I am here to educate you about the single biggest threat to our planet. You see, there is something out there which threatens our very existence and may be the end to the human race as we know it. I'm talking, of course, about Manbearpig. It is a creature which roams the Earth alone. It is half man, half bear, and half pig. Some people say that Manbearpig isn't real. Well , I'm here to tell you now, Manbearpig is very real, and he most certainly exists—I'm cereal. Manbearpig doesn't care who you are or what you've done. Manbearpig simply wants to get you. I'm super cereal. But have no fear, because I am here to save you. And someday, when the world is rid of Manbearpig, everyone will say, "Thank you Al Gore—you're super awesome!" The end.

Why Maggie is better than you, part IV

Maggie's agent has just authorized the release of a stunning set of photos of Maggie sporting her new fall fashion, the modified Poodle Doo.
In these pictures Maggie is seen cavorting amock in and about the bedroom...fearlessly chasing down and attacking a dryer sheet that was acting up. She still has the signature Maggie Doo, the Pom-Poms, and 'Poofy Tail, but gone are the hip-poms and saddle ruffs.

Maggie will be at Orchard Supply Hardware at 41st and Capitola Rd. this Sunday 2:30 - 4pm for pawtographs. Bring friends, everybody loves Maggie!

PFKBFH...version 19...Mk II

So There.
Say hi to Shortsy.

Cheers

His Holiness,
The Piffle

I feel better now...Maggie Mae says...G'Nite

I'd give you another picture, but she's really..really ..really ...fucking pestering me for a bite of the Chateau' Briande.

Friggin Poodles...

Why Poodles are better than you

Just Because. No other reason.

Maggie has Kicked all your Punk Asses...

Let the merriment begin...
Maggie went to the Beach yesterday. It was her first time there. She looked at the water, then ran to attack the 'foam' that was taunting her. Later...she noticed one of those shite seagulls flying too close...that'll not happen again.

///Seagull tastes like fish...

A momentary lapse of reason....but I'm back mutherfuckers...

Here is a picture of MaggieMae on the beach...enjoy or die...

You all Suck, or ...the continued Pussification of Amerka, Pt. 56

My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.

My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes too, but I can't remember getting E-coli.

Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool. The lake at the end of 113 Savage St., was deep, cold and I'm sure dangerous...but it was a friggin lake! (talk about boring), the term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.

We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Ked's, or Converse (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now. Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.

Every year, someone taught the whole school a lesson by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only knew we could have sued the school system. Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the pledge and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches. Hell, I even had to recite the Chinese National Anthem when I was really bad...cause I lived 'over there' guess we were both foreigners and degenerates.

I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 11 year olds an abortion or condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then.

Remember school nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.

I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.

I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, PlayStation, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital cable stations.

I must be repressing that memory as I try to rationalize through the denial of the dangers could have befallen us as we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant 20, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and fought over who got to be Sgt.Rock, or Lt. Palindrome. Vietnam was ending then and I think our heroes wore olive drab and carried M-16's or 14's. Anyway, whoever they were, they served to let us know that whatever they were doing wasn't easy. Life's a bitch..sometimes. What was that property owner thinking, letting us play on that lot. He should have been locked up for not putting up a fence around the property, complete with a self-closing gate and an infrared intruder alarm.

Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!

We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48 cent bottle of mercurochrome and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.

We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked (physical abuse) here too ... and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.

Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks (remember why Tonka trucks were made tough... it wasn't so that they could take the rough Berber carpet in the family room), and Dad drove a car with leaded gas.

Our music had to be left inside when we went out to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds in the family tent.

Summers were spent behind the push lawnmower in Marquette, or the machete in Taichung..hey, I got around! .. and I didn't even know that mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an automatic blade-stop or an auto-drive.

How sick were my parents? Of course my parents weren't the only psychos. I recall Curtis Strange from next door coming over and doing his tricks on his bike on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead she picked him up and swatted him for being such a moron. It was a neighborhood run amuck.

To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes?

We were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac! .

Life's a bitch, war is hell, and napalm sticks to babies....the really cute ones usually. Get over it.

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