Orville Smith, a store manager for Best Buy in Augusta , Georgia , said he observed a male customer, later identified as Tyrone Jackson of Augusta , on surveillance cameras putting a laptop computer under his jacket. When confronted the man became irate, knocked down an employee, drew a knife and ran for the door.



Outside on the sidewalk were four Marines collecting toys for the "Toys for Tots" program. Smith said the Marines stopped the man, but he stabbed one of the Marines, Cpl. Phillip Duggan, in the back; the injury did not appear to be severe.



After Police and an ambulance arrived at the scene Cpl. Duggan was transported for treatment.


The subject was also transported to the local hospital with two broken arms, a broken ankle, a broken leg, several missing teeth, possible broken ribs, multiple contusions, assorted lacerations, a broken nose and a broken jaw, injuries he sustained when he slipped and fell off the curb after stabbing the Marine.


(Now that was a well-written Police report)

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~HAVE YOU SEEN HOLLY BOBO?~

Tenn. college student feared abducted in home invasion

Authorities are looking for 20-year-old Holly Bobo, a west Tennessee nursing student. Investigators believe Bobo may have been abducted in a home invasion on Wednesday. Authorities say that her 25-year-old brother told investigators that he saw her talking outside with a man, then found blood. Officials ask that if you see Holly or anything suspicious contact the TBI at 1-800-TBI-FIND.

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Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A SHRINK AND TOLD HIM:  'I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it.  I'm scared.  I think I'm going crazy.' 'Just put yourself in my hands for one year,' said the shrink. 'Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears..' 'How much do you charge?' 'Eighty dollars per visit,' replied the doctor. 'I'll sleep on it,' I said. Six months later the doctor met me on the street.. 'Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked. 'Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup!' 'Is that so!' With a bit of an attitude he said, 'and how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?' 'He told me to cut the legs off the bed! - Ain't nobody under there now!!!' FORGET THE SHRINKS ...  HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARTENDER! PEACE    *PEEKaBOO