They've apprehended a suspect, with another explosive device.
I don't understand. I can't understand. I can't.
Sounds like no one was hurt. Thank god.
Once upon a time I was writing a book called, "Just Another Love Letter", about angels behaving badly. Now I just quietly ask myself each day, "What the hell am I doing?"
My friends always knew I was going to hell. My only hope is that God likes good jokes and bad redheads.