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FBI Agents' 'Wedding' Is a Bust for Guests
By Josh Meyer
Times Staff Writer
Posted August 23 2005

WASHINGTON - After their wedding guests had streamed into Atlantic City, N.J., for the festivities Sunday aboard the yacht Royal Charm, the happy couple surprised them all - by having them arrested as part of an alleged international Asia-based organized crime syndicate.

Unbeknown to the attendees, many of whom came from China for the occasion, the supposed bride and groom were FBI agents. The government said Monday that the pair had spent four years investigating a sophisticated racketeering enterprise suspected of smuggling into the United States vast quantities of black-market cigarettes, high-tech weapons, Ecstasy, counterfeit Viagra and virtually undetectable counterfeit $100 bills.

A few thoughts occured to me when I read this:

• The "reality TV disease" has spread to Hollywood and blurred the line between films and life, kind of like The Last Action Hero but not "bite your arm off at the shoulder" bad.
• Josh Meyer must have been drunk, rented Donnie Brasco and The Wedding Singer, and then written this article.
• I like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
• I don't think Paddy O'Wife has Irish Mafia ties because we didn't get any thick envelopes full of hundred dollar bills and shamrocks. O'bummer.
• If I ever had even the slimmest chance of going to Harvard, it's gone now.

Apparently some of the Chinese mob's activities were bootlegging pirated movies. Did they bother watching the camcorder-recorded version of Donnie Brasco? It's all right there! You know that guy that looks like Edward Scissorhands? He's a fed!!

I know the quintessential downfall of drug dealers is that they dip too much into their own stash, but I don't think that applies to movie bootlegs. I doubt it would ruin a criminal empire to pop a CD-R into your Fony Vaio laptop once in a while. They should do it just as a matter of quality-control -- if the copy is too nice, then tack another $0.50 onto the price before it hits Canal Street.

Or maybe they did see Donnie Brasco, but they just forgot about it.

"Forget about it" is like if you agree with someone, you know, like "Raquel Welsh is one great piece of ass, forget about it." But then, if you disagree, like "A Lincoln is better than a Cadillac? Forget about it!" you know? But then, it's also like if something's the greatest thing in the world, like "Mingia those peppers, forget about it." But it's also like saying "Go to hell!" too. Like, you know, like "Hey Paulie, you got a one inch pecker?" and Paulie says "Forget about it!" Sometimes it just means forget about it.

They registered for the red Cuisinart instead of the white!?
Forget about it!

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