kicking puppies is bad

I was watching CSI on TV the other day (yes, I know I am lame). There was this case about a kid who was found dead (or maybe he was missing – I don’t remember). Anyways, the suspect was the local guy on the list of registered s-e-x offenders (of course). So the CSI people got a warrant to search his home and they did. During the search they found gummi bears and comic books, which led them to conclude that this guy *must* have been the guilty party. Eventually they found more concrete evidence, but it was the gummi bears that convinced them they needed to keep searching.

Apparently, no self respecting adult could *possibly* have gummi bears and comic books for any purpose other than for luring unsuspecting children into their home. And I thought, “Dammit! If CSI ever searches my house they are going to conclude that I’m a pedophile.” I have gummi bears and comic books. Hell, I have chocolate covered oreos and strawberry lemonade and Dance Dance Revolution. What does that say to you? I *must* be a pedophile.

The Haribo Gold-Bears bag says “Kids and grown-ups love it so. The happy world of Haribo” That implies that i am not the *only* grown up who enjoys gummi candy. I *swear* I don’t use the gummi bears to lure unsuspecting neighborhood kids into my house. Hell, I don’t share my gummi bears with *anyone* (especially obnoxious whiny little kids). Who would waste gummi bears on luring children into their house? Now I remember why I hate CSI.