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Mugshot Monday

Once again, our endless parade of the Bay Area's most stupid criminals.


Love what you've done with your hair, Snoop Dog.


Why, gracious me, I can't believe I did that!


Now what did I do with that Christmas ribbon?  Oooh and tell us about that breast tat.


This guy is seriously still in the 60's.  Never, ever, ever, ever, stop Rockin' and Rollin'.



Alright, Mr. DeMille, I'm ready for my closeup.  Its not easy being pretty, or is it not pretty being easy?


Darn, I hate it when my Christmas lights get tangled.


Another one of those neck tats.  Boy, doesn't that hurt?


Just an interesting looking character.


                                                    Tyraell J Mcphail
(I just love parents who rhyme their kids' names, don't you?)


                  A double teardrop tat for both eyes.  Wonder what that means?

From Wikipedia:
The teardrop tattoo or tear tattoo is a symbolic tattoo that is placed underneath the eye. This tattoo originated with Chicano gangs in California. The meaning was that the wearer had killed someone. Since then, the meaning of the tattoo has, "strayed from its gang roots and is open to meanings." Now, there are various meanings and variations of the teardrop tattoo, which can symbolize losing a loved one or spending time in prison. It is also often used in prison to warn other convicts that the wearer has killed.

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