This is wild.
This is wild.
This space for rent.
She "maybe" murdered her wealthy husband by drugging him and getting him to go in the pool.
Just a lotta classy people in those first 4-5 "I'm a VIP" rows, and in no way bandwagon types. I bet she was one of the only people going to games before they drafted Wade.
Her daughter said: “She was having fun just like any other fan. All she has to say is that people need to get a life.”
NBA basketball - taking my breath away since 1963.
What a classy lady and a druggie to boot. LOL! What is the opposite of MILF? That is what she is.
Wrinkly Bleach Blonde Sack of Sagging Silicon?
The New York Times Magazine article linked from the article in the opening post is wilder still.
She supposedly confessed to her online psychic as to exactly how she killed her hubby, but i guess (like most online psychics!) he has his own rap sheet a mile long and thus is/was a useless witness for grand jury purposes. But hubby and wife both threatened each other numerous times in various drug-altered mental states.
What a fan!
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Mother I Wouldnt Touch With A Ten Foot Pole.
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When I first saw that photo, the first thing that popped into my head was:
"Wow, check out this attractive woman giving Noah hell like a lot of us
would probably like to do". A bit over the top, but unfortunately not that
Now after having read about her and gaining a little insight, the thought of
our Pacers being subjected to a slimeball like that absolutely sickens me.
I'm not mad about anyone flipping Noah off. Dude is a tool.
"Cut yourself a slice of life before eternal cold comes down" MRH
Why do the things that we treasure most, slip away in time
Till to the music we grow deaf, to God's beauty blind
Why do the things that connect us slowly pull us apart?
Till we fall away in our own darkness, a stranger to our own hearts
And life itself, rushing over me
Life itself, the wind in black elms,
Life itself in your heart and in your eyes, I can't make it without you
I like how the whole report hinges on the words of a "conman and internet psychic."