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June 17, 2015

While not all of the original comments or Scrineblog entries have made it home to roost quite yet, it appears the days of newscrine.com have come to a close.

Scrine.com is back in business.  Still lacking a decent mobile access, but we're getting close.

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October 22, 2009
oh for dill’s sake :: littledevilworks :: 0
Mr. Dill realized he had erred when he was manhandled by Sgt. Cilantro and placed into the squad car; he would later tell his wife that he couldn’t understand why the Sgt. had arrested him for “growing a little [namesake] weed.”
tough dudes :: 'mouse :: 0
The Spice Cops SWAT team cemented their tough reputation when, to a man, they began using pepper spray as aftershave, cologne and jock-itch treatment.
hot :: 'mouse :: 0
Officer Pepper busted the Porsche theft ring and impounded half a dozen hot Cayannes.
July 29, 2009
Yellow Gold :: 'mouse :: 0
Juan laughed as he secretly watched the cops chop down and cart off his late-summer decoy crop of marijuana, knowing while the cops would soon be selling the dope out of the evidence room that the real value was the saffron crocus bulbs just below the surface which would soon be sprouting unmolested and unshaded in the autumn sun.
July 17, 2009
Apprehended :: OhNo789 :: 0

Kitchen cabinets are triksy little devils; always moving the cinnamon grinder when you need it.

June 24, 2009
“Don’t worry, that’s not the smell of death emanating from your neighbor’s house,” explained Lt. Sorrel to the people gathered in the street, “We checked and they’re Australian—you’re smelling their Vegemite.”
June 10, 2009
“I doubt even the experts from A1 Crime Scene Cleanup are ever going to get the stains out this time,” observed Captain Heinz, looking at the aftermath of the latest Catsup Clan versus Ketchup Clan machine-gun battle, where there had been 57 fatalities in the crowded restaurant.
April 30, 2009
Class 1 Narcotics Sting :: 'mouse :: 0

Officer Jones began setting up the sting when he heard rumors that Juan’s bakery was not only putting cinnamon in its coffee cake, but that it was doubling the amount called for in the banned recipes that were printed long before the dangerous psychoactive substance had been identified as a class 1 narcotic.

April 08, 2009
It wasn’t hard for the detectives to figure out that Bronwyn was responsible for the disappearance of the offerings from the public Baby Jesus creche each night since, after all, she was the one who told everyone that frankinsense and myrrh needed to be updated and replaced by saffron and Tahitian vanilla beans.
April 07, 2009
“Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, don’t laugh—this time the prosecution really is going to prove that the murder was committed by the defendant, Colonel Mustard, in the library, with the candlestick.”
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