Talk to the Hand.
Japan Goes High-Tech to Catch Gropers
TOKYO - Stumped for years by blatant suspects, Japanese police are using forensic analysis in hunting down gropers on crowded trains by matching tiny fabric fibers from the suspect's palm with the victim's clothes.
The technique used by Osaka Prefectural Police in western Japan helped nab 16 suspects in the first ten months of this year, up from four cases proved the whole of last year, said Hirotsugu Sanuki of the Osaka Police's Science Research Institute.
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Fortunatley it's not my hand I want to place on your hump... [Oh no you didn't]
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
[...]
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
[...]
They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.
[...]
Alright after all that I guess I can understanding being on a crowded train going to work, listening to my iPod it's standing room only and wanting to touch and be touched, but that don't meen you do it. If you touch it I'ma start some drama, You don’t want no drama, No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama.
~PVPeeved
TOKYO - Stumped for years by blatant suspects, Japanese police are using forensic analysis in hunting down gropers on crowded trains by matching tiny fabric fibers from the suspect's palm with the victim's clothes.
The technique used by Osaka Prefectural Police in western Japan helped nab 16 suspects in the first ten months of this year, up from four cases proved the whole of last year, said Hirotsugu Sanuki of the Osaka Police's Science Research Institute.
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Fortunatley it's not my hand I want to place on your hump... [Oh no you didn't]
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
[...]
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
[...]
They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it I'ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.
[...]
Alright after all that I guess I can understanding being on a crowded train going to work, listening to my iPod it's standing room only and wanting to touch and be touched, but that don't meen you do it. If you touch it I'ma start some drama, You don’t want no drama, No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama.
~PVPeeved
posted by PVPeeved at
6:54 AM
4 Comments:
And when can we expect this kind of forensic artistry in the United States? And what about Mardi Gras, when there is no article of clothing to collect said fibers. Mardi Gras is the ultimate gropper-fest. Will we even have Mardi Gras?
By
Marianne, at 9:52 AM
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Everywhere I go I'm assaulted with that song! My ears are bleeding ...
By
anika, at 12:59 PM
Dang - how do I excape being fondled on a crowded train? :P
Must because most guys tell me they are afraid of me.
By
PartTimeMom, at 2:13 PM
They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.
By
Callie, at 8:25 PM
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