What is my perfect crime, you ask?

I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he's the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.

I don't even think a cool story, bro is necessary here.

WAT?

Magnetmonkeys avatar perfectly summarizes my expression after reading that.

Truly incoherent babbling lol

+rep, because making me laugh at two in the morning is a fucking achievement

Man did you just post dwight's entire account of a perfect crime from the show "The Office"?

That sir is called PLAGIARISM!!!

Dwight Schrute - The Perfect Crime (The Office)

Oh mother fucker, I knew that was too funny to be original.

And mother fucker again for me not remembering this priceless Dwight moment.

I knew I heard that somewhere before.

I'd say my perfect crime woul be...

Cloning a dinosaur and using it to steal billion of dollars. x]

Razama wins the prize!

I don't know why you guys are getting on his case about this. This section, after all, is called Incoherent Babbling. So far this is the most fitting topic here I have seen in weeks. Kudos to you, random lunatic!

I wasn't getting on his case, I was just pointing out I knew where it was from. That episode of the Office is one of my favorite, and yay for cutman bringing it up.

My perfect crime involves a chocolate banana, one of the spice girls, a bowl of jelly beans, a pink giraffe, and the cylinder of platinum and iridium in the vault in Paris that is the standar for how much a kilogram weighs.

My perfect crime is a murder. Fuck all of you.

My Perfect Crime? Hm.............. Exactly.