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Alright, who did it?

Severely injured man found beside trolley tracks

CHULA VISTA – A young man was found near the San Diego Trolley tracks early Thursday with severe injuries that may have been caused when he was hit by a passing train.

The discovery prompted officials to shut down trolley service for about 45 minutes.

The man, who is thought to be in his 20s, was found around Main Street near Industrial Boulevard, just east of Interstate 5, shortly after 5:30 a.m., said Chula Vista Fire Department dispatcher Chris Alt. He was transported by helicopter to a trauma center.

There was no immediate word on his condition.

The man suffered a severed foot, Alt said, adding that the area is being treated as a crime scene.

According to police Lt. Lon Turner, the man told police he had been assaulted, but that claim could not be corroborated. Turner said the man also suffered severe traumatic injuries to his hand and a second foot.

“He’s claiming he was held down by four men,” Turner said, who added that the man appeared to have been drinking.

Police were interviewing witnesses to try to determine what had occurred.

Peter Tereschuck, trolley general manager, said the man was not struck by a trolley, but may have been hit by a passing freight train overnight.

“Our investigation has determined that no trolleys were involved,” Tereschuck said. “There is no blood evidence or other evidence that any of our trains were involved.”

The trolley tracks are shared with freight trains belonging to the San Diego & Imperial Valley freight line, which runs freight trains on those same tracks for about two or three hours overnight after 2 a.m., Tereschuck said.

“We don’t know for sure if a freight train was involved. We’ve been in touch with them and they are inspecting their (train) as we speak,” said Tereschuck.

Eve: where is the missing foot?
Me: good question!

worthy of Princess Luciana!

PROVIDENCE, R.I. (AP) — Evonne D. Maurice apparently wanted to get away in style. The Connecticut woman pleaded guilty in federal court Wednesday to trying to rob a bank at a drive-up window while traveling in a hired limousine.

The attempted robbery occurred Dec. 1, 2005, at a Citizens Bank branch in Cranston. Prosecutors said Maurice, 22, had a limousine take her to the bank, told the driver she needed to withdraw cash to pay for the ride, then walked up to the window and handed the teller an envelope with a note demanding money and saying there were two bombs in the bank.

The teller triggered an alarm, and Maurice got back in the limo and was driven away. The driver was unaware of the robbery attempt, prosecutors said.

Maurice, of Westbrook, Conn., was arrested in Tampa, Fla. Prosecutors said she told police there that she robbed banks to pay the drug-dealing debts of her and her boyfriend. Maurice was being detained pending an August 8 sentencing. She faces a maximum sentence of 20 years in prison and a $250,000 fine.

An attorney for Maurice did not immediately return a call for comment Wednesday.

i prefer my hiltons siamese, thank you very much. daisy and violet could show those two hags paris and nicky some manners!

the similarities, at first, seem striking:

stuck together freaks exhibited for money at sideshows:

one dyes their hair to be “different” than the other …

publicity whores …

and one who is especially fond of dick!

However, on closer inspection, it becomes clear where the real class is. Even Daisy and Violet know to ask for help on getting in and out of vehicles, unlike some:

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and when in bed and being photographed, have the good taste to not be on drugs, and keep your pajamas on!

Anything beauty-related that’s “illegal in the US” (i remember my friend bringing a heated-eyelash curler from Malaysia back in 2002) has such a ‘Female Trouble’ ring to it! I stock up on my LaRoche Posay SPF 50. You can do that, you know.

“I won’t get arrested, will I?” Well, Dawn, if you were here, you would:

(From the LAT): Tehran — FIRST, a text message arrived. The brief note invited recipients to call about the location of a secret meeting. A cryptic phone conversation followed. “Who referred you?” a woman asked. “Who do you know?”

A man drove up in a Korean hatchback and dropped off a coded slip of paper. The directions led to a bland apartment building in the north of this capital.

There, men and women draped in coats and head scarves entered the lobby, their faces sullen. A young man examined their documents for signs of forgery before allowing them to pass down the staircase to the basement and into a sea of bare skin and perfume.

Amid air kisses and gossip, techno and hip-hop music thumps. The guests slide out of dark overcoats to unsheathe daringly low-cut dresses and open-slit gowns, form-fitting sweaters and go-go boots, skin-tight T-shirts and acid-washed jeans. Skinny, long-legged models giggle as they slip into outfits of satin and silk. A red carpet serves as a runway.

A clandestine Tehran fashion show glitters gloriously to life.

“Everyone is putting on a show,” declares Azita, a 46-year-old designer attending the show with her 20-year-old daughter, giddily taking in the swirl of lights, music, perfume and colored fabrics. “All the ladies have gotten into the fashion business. We love it so much because the clerics hate it.” She and others taking part and watching the show asked that their family names not be published for fear of retribution.

I could never do her justice as good as DListed can, but we are just lovin’ our Coco here at work. Towards the end of the day, burnt out from working on sometimes-gruesome topics, the Coco Fever starts to spark through the cubicles. Pretty soon the links are flying and the photos are getting exchanged as we all collectively gasp over her latest “All Hood” cover or her pretending to read for the camera. Why do we love Coco? How can you NOT? She’s a cartoon that Frank Tashlin could have created. Everything is overblown, exaggerated, and almost 3-D. Everything, just everything is wrong and it all adds up to one glorious freak that is Coco. It’s not like she’s trying to be serious about anything and I hope she stays that way. Besides, she’s only 5′2″! She must look like a fireplug! Her myspace page brings hours of endless amusement once you finish D-Listed.

I interviewed Tura about beauty tips and staying fabulous here. Some days you just need a little more inspiration than others. Maybe starting yesterday with “28 Weeks Later” and ending it with The Sopranos is making my viewpoint a little snarky this AM. I need to count my blessings … like the fact that I never took “ozone baths” for beauty:

I can only image what sort of horrible, ugly illnesses she died from!

or that just yesterday i was relaxing in the sauna and getting a massage, a much better proposition than this hideous contraption:

no wonder you’d feel thin when you got out of there!

“one to three cakes usually accomplish the purpose” - my sentiments exactly.

Gregoire 4: Check out Je vais voir les filles intro’d by Claudia Colonna:

Here’s Gregoire on piano on Radio France. Click on “ecoutez.”

Le Roi Gregoire also plays with Tav Falco’s Panther Burns - a life-changing band if there ever was one. Once you’re burned by the Panther, you’re never the same (I got burned somewhere in the 80s.) Here they are, right around the time they stayed at Chez Lethal last fall:

why them? why not?

As I mentioned earlier, it’s National Shrimp Day (I really want to find out who the person is that decides these things, like hurricane names.) Anyway, I’ve always been intrigued by Elvis’ movie affection for shellfish and I got around to thinking if I could interview him “on the other side,” I would ask him questions like:

“Do you really like clams? Were you thinking of anything in particular when you were singing ‘Do the Clam’? … and did you know that it was co-written by Ed Wood’s pal, Dolores Fuller? Did you ever get to meet Ed? Did you ever have a clambake at Graceland or Beverly Hills? If Ed Wood had shown up in an angora sweater, would you have let him stay?”

“What about the ‘Shrimp Boat Song’? Or ‘Crawfish’ … do you even like shellfish? You also covered ‘Jambalaya.’ If you had lived, would you have considered covering ‘Rock Lobster’ or ‘Pulling Mussels from a Shell’? How about ‘Crab Man’ from ‘Porgy and Bess?’”

“Did you ever buy Lisa Marie Sea Monkeys?”

and the one question no one has ever been able to answer:

“What is “Polk Salad” that Annie picks a mess of and brings it home and cooks it for supper, ’cause that’s about all they had to eat? I know “they did alright” so it wasn’t poisonous, but what is it?”

PS. Reader Frank sends this link about the Polk Salad Capital of East Tennesee.