Yep, they came into Musto’s house and took away trash bags full of evidence, searching for any possible clue of alleged–and I repeat alleged–wrongdoing!
Apparently, they even went into my car and nabbed my satellite radio!
All this while I sat there sweating bullets while watching All My Fucking Children!
I didn’t do anything, I swear!!!!
They must be framing me because they’re still mad about my scoop that J. Edgar Hoover once wore a gown that didn’t match his pumps.