“Lad who be ringin’ up 400 false alarms to schools now be beggin’ mercy! Arrr, what a scallywag!”
2024-11-13
Arrr, matey! Young Alan W. Filion, but a spry lad of 18, be spoutin' tall tales o’ bomb blasts and bloody massacres across the land! The lawmen be sayin' he be just blowin' hot air, a scallywag of the highest order! Har har!
Ahoy, mateys! Gather 'round fer a tale of mischief brewed by none other than a scallywag named Alan W. Filion, a lad of just 18 summers hailing from the sunny shores of California. This young knave thought it clever to ring up the landlubbers of authority, spouting tales o' bombings and mass shootings that be as true as a mermaid's kiss!Ye see, our young buccaneer had a penchant fer stirrin' the pot, and what better way to rattle the cages of the landlocked folk than by sendin' 'em into a tizzy with false alarms? With a hearty laugh, he spread chaos across the seven seas—or at least across the continental U.S. Aye, it be a foolish jest, lad! The constables were not amused, and soon enough, the jolly jests turned sour.
Alas, the authorities be hot on his tail, ready to haul him to the brig for his misdeeds. So, let this be a lesson to ye, ye merry mischief-makers: there be naught funny 'bout makin' false reports, lest ye find yerself swabbin' the decks o' a jail cell! In the end, young Alan learned the hard way that a pirate's life ain't all about laughs and rum—sometimes it be about facein' the consequences of one's shenanigans!