HOMOSASSA, Fla. — A Citrus County elementary student accidentally received a pornographic DVD from her teacher.

The sheriff’s office reports that the girl’s second-grade teacher had made 19 photo CDs for all the students in her class at Rock Crusher Elementary School. The CDs included pictures of the students throughout the year.

But when the 8-year-old girl went to play the disc Tuesday, adults on screen began to take their clothes off. A 12-year-old boy who was with the girl reportedly turned off the movie and told his mother.

Deputies found no pornography on the other 18 discs.

The teacher and her husband told investigators that the husband helped make the discs, and the adult DVD was his.

No criminal charges were anticipated, but the school was doing its own investigation.

Here you go, kids!

FAIL!
But I hope the teacher didn’t look like this girl!  The kids would be damaged for LIFE.

Wow, this is would happen Only In Citrus County.

Original link here: http://www.nwfdailynews.com/articles/porn-29435-accidentally-student.html

A couple of Citrus County men saddled up for a day of beer, liquor, and canoes on Kings Bay hoping to catch a glimpse of Girls-Gone-Wild.  Here’s their story, straight from the horse’s mouth.

“It started out as another Memorial Day weekend, and a few friends and I decided that since we had all turned 21 a few months apart, we would hit the water with drinks in hand and celebrate in style. I had access at the time, to a nice boat with a good speaker system, radio, and all the amenities.  At the last minute, we decided it would be safer to load up a couple canoes and paddle out so no one was drinking and driving (we also had DD’s waiting to pick us up after our trip out).  That day we woke up loaded the canoes up and hit the liquor store. Between the four of us there was one handle of rum, a 12 pack of beer, and two boxes of wine (acquired from my friends working clients, none of us drink wine so we brought it for the party).  Throughout the day we had been hearing rumors about Girls Gone Wild hosting a party at the shallows and decided that was our destination.  We loaded in at Hunter Springs and paddled out.  Setting out was very smooth, no problems at all, just a rum and coke and the sun on our face.

Upon arrival at the shallows we found a spot amongst the 50-60 boats there and joined the already full swing party.  We had all met friends there and used our canoes to ferry people back and forth from shore with no problem whatsoever from law enforcement. While on a friends boat a few people were singled out and carded, I decided to grab my ID in the process to deter eventually being carded and save myself and the officers some time.  I began handing my ID to FWC officers at which point they refused it, saying ” We can only check the people who were told to present them.”  No words said I walked away and continued my good time.

Towards the end of our day the sky became very dark and the rain started to begin and increase. We loaded up our canoes and headed back for Hunter Springs satisfied with our day.  During this, the two canoes had split up and agreed to meet at the cars. As my friend and I paddled out, the rain increased and the lack of balance from my passenger in the front began to make us take on water – a lot of water, subsequently almost sinking the boat. I jumped over board to bail and decrease weight but to no avail. To our relief a good Samaritan came by and rescued us, dropping us at Petes Peir.  After catching my breath and securing everything I went to meet with my other friends, leaving my passenger who was sick from swallowing water from our ordeal.

As I paddled out I had made it only around the corner of the dry dock building before being confronted by the SAME TWO FWC officers who refused to see my ID.

(Click here to see the humorous police report)

From there, the report reads true except for slight variations that got the BUI thrown out of court, leaving just the disorderly conduct. Although from what I have heard from people who were there, CCSO called in the report to FWC when our canoe was sinking, stating I risked my life jumping over board to retrieve a bottle of rum (containing maybe a few shots), and not trying to bail out the vessel. That means that CCSO watched us damn near drowning and sat by idly.  My actions in the report were that of frustration of so many sobriety tests, when I announced many times that I was drunk. And to the eventual charge of Boating Under The Influence, while I was “In operation of the paddle”.  I was convicted later of Disorderly Conduct and sentenced to 6 months probation, costing all together over $2,500.

That’s pretty much the whole story word for word.  I hope It helps and spread this s*** around.  I still laugh about that night, and have become quite infamous for it amongst friends.  All I can say is “This would have never happened any other place than Circus County.”

Sincerly
Brandon “Cornbread” Hope

This image has nothing to do with the story, I just thought I'd add an image for fun.

I’m not really sure what’s going on here, but I know Shianos must be serving more than pizza.  A few pissed off protesters have been rallying the past couple of days against Shianos.  Anyone know whats going on?

On another note, what are the chances that these people find a replacement job in Citrus County after protesting Shiano’s?  I think NONE.

Shianos Protest - Citrus County

I'm pretty sure these people are just being stupid.

Shiano's Homosassa, Florida - STUPID PROTESTERS

Click here to view the embedded video.

Only in Citrus County.

Yeah, I thought you might like that title.  Here’s the story.

Red and I were going camping with our girlfriends on Friday night. It was cold and a bit rainy, but we had all decided that we were going to go regardless of the sucky weather.  We traveled to our campsite, set up our tent, cooked some food, and did the normal camping thing.  It all started out so normal.

Well, around 11:30 PM, we ended up running out of smokes, so the girls had Red and I run up to the nearest gas station which was about 5 or 10 minutes away.  It was pretty busy for this time of night, but we thought nothing of it.  We ended up buying our smokes and walking out to the car.

There was a black guy sitting in an SUV when we walked out.  He was in the passenger seat and must have noticed how sketchy Red and I looked.  He says, “Yo, cracka, wanna buy some snow?”

I paused for a moment, and then remembered that we’re in Florida, and although it might be cold, there is definitely no snow to be bought. I then realized that this black man was not in any way suggesting that we buy a form of precipitation from him.

We declined (though it might have made the night less cold), and went on our way.  On the way out of the gas station, we realized that we had left our lighter at the campsite, and we asked two fellers who were standing around the gas station if they had a lighter.  Sure enough, they did, and they were kind enough to give us a light.

With lit cigarettes and about to drive away, the older of the two says, “Hey, can we get a ride up to the check cashing place?”

C’mon, guys, you know what happens next!  I had my gun hidden between the driver’s seat and the center console, and I reached down to take it off safety.  These two guys were sketchy. After being asked if I had wanted to buy “snow” about 30 seconds before I met these guys, I was really nervous.

We brought them about 5 minutes down the road to get their checks cashed, and we had a great time - all was well. They asked for a ride home, and since Red and I had decided that these two probably were not all that scary after all, we agreed.  They went inside, and I reached down to put my gun back on safety.

I grabbed the gun, and BANG! It went off, right out the front windsheild.  Thankfully, Red was in the back seat, and so he wasn’t in the line of fire.  The two hitch hikers looked outside with a priceless look on their face, and I took off back to the campsite.  No one got hurt, but Red has taken up calling me by a new nickname.  Joe.

How do you spell that?

Only in Citrus County.

Only In Citrus County can you get away with murder... of a windsheild.

Red and I were just leaving the movie theater at about 12:30AM (there are other stories about this, but we’ll get to that in another post!), and we saw two police cruisers with their blues flashing sitting behind an SUV in the Taco Bell parking lot on route 19.  The lady was out of her car, and she was clearly being given a DUI check. Do you know what the term DUI means?  Driving under the influence.

Although we both HATE Toxic Hell (our name for Taco Bell) more than anything, we decided to roll through the drive through with our video cameras in an attempt to grab a couple $0.99 tacos and a couple of videos for OnlyinCitrusCounty.com.  Watching a perfect stranger get arrested for a DUI was MUCH more fun than our trip to the Crystal River mall to see Legion. We were in for a real treat!

We got our tacos, parked in a spot where we could watch and listen inconspicuously, and rolled down the windows to begin our reconnaissance mission.  Of course, things just can’t go as planned, can they?

To our morbid disappointment, we heard one of the officers offer her a break – a chance away from the slammer.  “Ma’am, do you have anyone you can call to come pick you up? You ain’t leavin’ here tonight in that car – it’s either handcuffs or jail for you, and jail will be a $13,000 fine.”  These two cops just didn’t want to do the paperwork – they were going to let her go!

She walked over to her car and grabbed her phone, but we all soon realized she had no one to call. Now, those of you who know me, know that I love two things; cops, and getting myself into sticky situations that I should never have been in.  So what do I do? Let one of her drunk friends come pick her up? Absolutely not!

I get out of the car, walk over to her and the two police officers, and announce heroically, “I’ll give you a ride home.” BAM! There it was, I laid it all out. It’s OK to cry, folks, you would have done it for me too.  I felt like Batman – instead of Gotham City, I was protecting Citrus County!

But, she wasn’t happy.  “What, are you on crack?!” she yelled at me.  Darn, I didn’t see things going down like that – total rejection – so I walked backwards in an attempt to save face.  I slunk back to the car satisfied that at the very least, I tried to get involved and make Citrus County a better place.

After getting in the car and laughing with Red, we overheard the happy trio mentioning us again, and pointed over at the car.  Things were looking up – she was choosing to get in our car instead of their car!

She got in the car and started yelling, “Who are you, who are you guys?” She was smashed!

Oh well, we brought her out to the Buzz bar, had a couple drinks, and went home satisfied with another interested night with Silly Rednecks and Citrus County Cops.

Here are some fun videos we took that night.

Click here to view the embedded video.

All around me, there were people getting out of their cars, looking all around, and trying to figure out what to do.  Like Florida red ants, they all were getting out of their cars getting angrier and angrier about the traffic. I decided to put the book down and join them outside their cars to a little light chit chat.

Suddenly, a guy in a pickup truck two cars in front of me decides he’s had enough.

There was an on-ramp about 4 car lengths ahead of me, and Joe (I don’t really know his name, but Joe is a pretty big dumbass name), decides he’s going to put the petal to the metal and spin his tires in anger towards the on-ramp.  He’s going to show everyone just how tough he is by going the WRONG way down an on-ramp and escape from this traffic jam!

Great idea Joe!  You just didn’t happen to think, “Hmm, what if a police officer with his big blue emergency lights and siren blaring comes screaming at high speed the RIGHT way down the on-ramp and slams into me while I’m going the wrong way?”

Only in Citrus County.  The laughable images are below.  (Do I tag this in “Citrus County Cops” or “Silly Rednecks?”  Hmmm… both!)

Joe decided to be smart. Who even crashes into a cop?

Joe was totally an idiot.

Cop’s name was Joe.

Click here to view the embedded video.

What did I do wrong?

Well, I drove by the cops sitting on the side of the road “hiding.”  They were like spiders, waiting for an unsuspecting prey.

OK, I lied. I didn’t get pulled over the first time I drove by them.  It was after I made a U-turn, shut my headlights off, and rolled by with no lights on.

You may think it’s stupid, but I think it’s fun.

Only in Citrus County.

That was fun!