Things I Learned from Scott Peterson
If I kill my wife...
- I'll actually pretend like I'm worried about where she is.
- I won't go on a buying spree for a new truck and new mattress.
- I won't dye my hair and head to the border with a suitcase full of cash.
- I'll make sure I have an alibi during the time of her disappearance.
- I'll make sure there's no body to wash up on shore (can you say wood chipper and chum bucket?)
- Correction, she won't disappear at all, she'll have a plausible accident.
posted by Phelps on Friday, November 12, 2004
4 Comments:
A non-political, non-anti US, non-GW bashing blog? What's happened here? Are you guys actually trying to be more centrist vs ultra left?
Ahh, this anonymous comment sounds like Mr. Diet Coke, or perhaps one of his Freeper groupies.
GW-bashing, anonymous? We don't bash GW. We just point out his obvious and constant foibles in a lovable, almost endearing fashion.
And anti-American, you say? Puhleeze! When has voicing your own opinion, standing up for civil rights, and questioning authority been un-American? Oh, yeah. Ever since they enacted the Patriot Act.
That's just the beginning. There is no lubricant in Hell.
Reminds me of that scene in Adam Sandler's "Little Nicky" where in Hell, Hitler is dressed like a French maid and everyday gets to pick the pineapple that the Devil is going to use to sodomize him. The demons open the refrigerator full of pineapples. Hitler picks a small one, and the Devil gives a little shake of the head until Hitler picks a great big one.
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