After a lengthy career of art theft, he was captured, tried, and sentenced to several years in jail. He got out, wrote a book about it, and made more off the royalties than he ever had off stolen art.
“What happened to all your leads in the Belltower-Bandit case?” asked a snarky young reporter.
The surly cop replied, “When I get a hunch back, I’ll let you know.”
There is no such thing as a free ride.
Unless you happen to come upon a stolen dodgem car.
They said they expected high performance.
Sure, I can steal stuff off Wikipedia better than anyone I know.
After three days without eating and three nights without sleeping I realised that she had stolen my heart.
An hour later I noticed the bitch had taken my watch too.
I robbed a bank.
It was my bank, but it was still a thrill.
Oh, Cousin Junkie, you and your crazy exploits!
Stealing all of Grandma’s rings while we were at her funeral – classic Cousin Junkie!