Skip to main content

Mugshot Monday


Shrek?


A guy walked into a bar, and the bartender asks, "Hey, why the long face?"


Earlier this Spring, this individual, Eric Antunes was arrested for bestiality.  This past week this article was in the St. Petersburg Times.  


Police received a tip that he had child pornography and while investigating they found pictures on his cell phone of him and his girlfriend's three-legged dog, Ruby,  engaged in oral sex.  He will not be charged with bestiality because the law in Forida does not specifically outlaw oral sex with an animal.  Since his arrest the law has changed to include oral sex, but it is is uncertain as to when the pictures were taken.  Of note in the article was this sentence, "On Tuesday, Antunes stood outside his Clearwater home as dogs barked inside."  



"Pep, The Cat-Murdering Dog" was a black Labrador Retriever admitted to Eastern State Penitentiary on August 12, 1924. Prison folklore tells us that Pennsylvania Governor Gifford Pinchot used his executive powers to sentence Pep to Life Without Parole for killing his wife's cherished cat. Prison records support this story: Pep's inmate number (C-2559) is skipped in prison intake logs and inmate records.


85 years old and arrested for aggravated battery. 


Looks like he stuck his head into a bear trap.


Looks like he got his nose caught in a bear trap. 


This guy's name is Vidis Latarvine Barker.  What are people thinking?


"I'mmmmmm Baaaaaaaaaackkkkkkkkk!"



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Summer Swim

It's Monday and the start of another work week.  Except for me.  I have the week off because the parents of my daycare charges are taking the week off, too. This is one of those wordless posts I love on Mondays so I can put my laziness in full view of loyal readers.  These pics need no words.  Why muddy the waters?   They were taken at the pool at Sinkhole Estates aka Death Valley.  The nice thing about this pool is it is heated in winter.  If one must find positives in one's situation, I suppose that is one.  But, please, no more.   

Flashback Friday

Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless.  Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001.  It was one of those things that can generate crime:  two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job.   Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things.  Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold.   But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find.   His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead.  He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds.  He will be paralyzed for life.   None of this is pleasant.  Reading the facts of the murder and attempted murder are most unpleasant