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Sunday, May 01, 2005

quit it

On Friday, the conversational tide turned to the Missing Georgia Bride, and how we were all convinced the groom whacked her before the wedding. I mean, fourteen bridesmaids, a country club reception and the Stay-Puft marshmallow man refusing to take a polygraph? 'Course he did it. Screw due process and clap that bastard in irons.

But, it was during the course of the conversation that I tossed an off-handed remark: "Well, if she did get cold feet and took off, you just know she's probably wandering around on Central somewhere."

Sometimes I live in fear of my brain.

6 Comments:

Anonymous said...: I swear, sometimes SHE KNOWS WHAT I'M THINKING! Like today for example. My tummy growled and she asked if I was hungry. UNREAL!!! Psych-ick. :p

I'm violating the law of "thou shalt not maketh fun of thy wife(th)" but I live dangerously.; 10:05 PM
Sarah said...: It's the shinnin'!; 7:45 AM
Anonymous said...: I'd totally not pick on the Ticky. She knows kungfu and apparently can read your mind and stay one step ahead.

She's beutiful and deadly.; 8:38 AM
Sarah said...: I can see your thoughts, and frankly? Ew.; 6:41 PM
Anonymous said...: A guy called into the talk radio show I listen to complaining that she should not face any charges. Even though she made a false 911 call. He made the hosts very angry by refusing to address the issue of her making a false 911 call when they asked him about it.

I still find it totally odd that she ended up in Albuquerque.; 9:08 PM
Sarah said...: That she even got through to a 911 dispatcher is shocking.

Anyway, I have this theory that everybody ends up in Albuquerque at some point. Dehydrated and wandering Central Avenue? Probably part of the deluxe package.

Speaking of, when are you planning on swinging through? Eh?; 10:08 PM