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Once, I saw this chick, right? High heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owned the block. I’m like, “Fo’ shizzle, she’s it!” Walked up, all smooth, but—bam—she a cop! Man, I was heated, heart racin’, thought I’d be toast. Laughed it off later, tho—Snoop don’t sweat the small stuff. Reminded me of that movie line, “I am a golden god!”—felt that dumb for a sec.

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Today begins the trial against the year-old man in Bjärred suspected of stabbing his wife to death in front of their adult daughter. The man is convicted of.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in Bjaerred, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

IN PICTURES: Storm Babet batters Sweden