An investigation revealed that the red flotation device he wore underneath his jumpsuit was made of up of chocolate bars connected by wires with a motherboard, Smith said.
"It does not appear the device was capable of actual explosions," Smith said.
Um, has Mr. Smith never heard of explosions of chocolatey flavor?
His dad is all over the news today (with the requisite "he was such a nice quiet boy", etc) and his story is as depressing as you'd expect.
Dad's had custody since he's been a kid, he's been fighting depression for years, had some sort of psychotic break recently, was positive the world will end on June 3rd and God spoke to him and told him to get his message out. And as we know, when God tells you to take a flash drive to the TV station and demand it goes on the air you damned well better do it. No word whether God suggested the panda costume or the fake suicide vest.
Of course, this ends just like all the other encounters with publicly crazy people do: with him getting shot by the police. You know, if you get hurt or physically sick in public, people call the EMT's. If you get mentally sick, people call SWAT.
It's the way it is here these days.
Baltimore, In The News! Again.
WBFF who's Baltimore's furry friend?
We Be Findin' Freaks
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Bojack Horseman?
I'll take Destiny's Child for… personal reasons…
Huh, that guy looks like James O'Keefe.
It could be that Panda-suited terrorism is another thing O'Keefe sucks at.
|Took the train in from Hagerstown?|
Smokin!
Bombs? I thought pandas did kung-fu.
Um, has Mr. Smith never heard of explosions of chocolatey flavor?
Rather, I think that much chocolate would result in explosions in (hopefully) a bathroom.
He was demanding to know what happened to Moany the Sea Monster.
Oh, wait, he was only 25? Nevermind.
His dad is all over the news today (with the requisite "he was such a nice quiet boy", etc) and his story is as depressing as you'd expect.
Dad's had custody since he's been a kid, he's been fighting depression for years, had some sort of psychotic break recently, was positive the world will end on June 3rd and God spoke to him and told him to get his message out. And as we know, when God tells you to take a flash drive to the TV station and demand it goes on the air you damned well better do it. No word whether God suggested the panda costume or the fake suicide vest.
Of course, this ends just like all the other encounters with publicly crazy people do: with him getting shot by the police. You know, if you get hurt or physically sick in public, people call the EMT's. If you get mentally sick, people call SWAT.
It's the way it is here these days.
HA. Wonkette Does Not Allow Ugly Comments.
Al Franken for the block!