What is the thing you want to do most if you are 25 bike cops riding through a park on a training exercise? You guessed it. You want to see THAT man making sweet love to THAT woman. Let me quote the article:
“These cops needed this image burned into their minds like a fish needs a bicycle.”
I can’t begin to go on and on about how fish don’t need bicycles. I truly and honestly feel sorry for these boys in blue.
Just look at the size of her head. Look at it, is it registering? I mean, that dude has a big head, but Ms. Harvey needed her actual picture to have larger dimensions so we could get a proper look at her. They must be in love.
When they got rolled up on (by 25 bike cops) it was 4 p.m. and a scorching 92 degrees out. So 4 p.m. as in broad daylight. And 92 degrees as in enough sweat to make a blood diamond miner feel dry in comparison to the regions surrounding his salami and her beef curtains.
How did an officer describe it?: “There they are, on the first base line. There’s a bench, she is bent over the bench and our friend is behind her with his pants down to his ankle, banging away.”
As much as I didn’t want to, I’ve imagined the scene very vividly. It’s terrible. I hate to be so mean about it so let me end by saying something positive about Jennifer Harvey… One attractive quality she possesses is that she maintains a residence in Clifton Heights, PA. A safe 140 miles away from where I live.