Crime

Tag: Crime

Remember the opening scene from "The Dark Knight"? That was one of ours.

“This is my friend, Sherlock Holmes. He’s from America.” “Not just America, actually. I’m from Chicago.”

She rolls into my office like one of those rotating hot dogs at 7-11. You know the ones, plastic-y but intriguing.

I offered to go back into the ring and pretend to get knocked out, but it was too late, especially since I had already taken my shoes and socks off.

I’m on thin ice with my manager, Trayson, and I can't afford another marinara mishap. Please, my job is on the line here.

And I couldn't help but notice the massive collage of wanted photos in front of your fine establishment. I'm here to hunt these bastards down.

Is it even a crime to steal pasta? Oh right, it is.

George Clooney here, I’m reaching out as a supporter of the Democratic party. Your time is valuable, so I’ll be blunt. We’re going to rob a casino.

The crumbs in my bed sheets, the chocolate smear on my PJs—I don’t know, maybe I wanted to get caught.

You ever notice how in Los Angeles the dirt is a brownish-red color, but in New York it’s a reddish-brown color?

We take pride in our product. We know that there is no better feeling than tossing a big burlap sack over your shoulder after a big heist.

In the distance, you hear the echo of someone repeatedly muttering, “Mingus Ah Um.”