The defence team is inside a bar having a champagne toast right now. Now you know what? I'm not a preacher and I'm not a rabbi but there's something wrong with that. Because Caylee is dead and her body decomposed just fifteen houses away from where the Anthony's put their head on the pillow every night, every day searching for this little girl.
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Nancy Grace just scares the shit out of me. The first time I saw her on TV I was like, "Is this a Saturday Night Live Rerun? A joke? What?"
And I don't shit about that poor little child and I refuse to get involved because I DON'T KNOW SHIT!
I dig Nance. She's nutty.
Nancy who?
Seriously??
Anywho, I kinda dig the sentiment here... it isn't right for Casey Anthony to essentially get away with murder... but I don't blame the jurors, I do blame the prosecution for this fiasco.
I H*TE Nancy Grace, and it doesn't matter if she happens to be on my side of the fence once in awhile, she's still an opportunistic phony loon and shouldn't be given the time of any day.
Now, this other subject, the Anthony disaster? I can't talk about it. Because I, like Jesus, weep.
Parabolic Muse,
Thanks for all your comments. I'm not sure why, but I dig Nancy Grace. I guess it's because we're both mouthy broads. Laugh.
Love,
SB
Is Nancy Grace a voyeur? She sure seems to really get off on this stuff.
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