I've just emerged from a jawdropping eyepopping breathtaking hair-raising hellride aka the 4/28/14 rerun of poor megadeluded Angela Fishe & "the . . . whatever it is" named Cuffie that had hypnotized her with its not-unpleasant murmuring voice [though misused in the utterance of Absolute Nothingness] &, evidently, a male appendage of such Generous Proportions that her brains got scrambled more thoroughly than an IHOP egg to not only mate with a lengthy-record jailbird but get impregnated by it in the same timespan it would've taken a rescue team to reach Ripley & Co. on LV-426 ["17 days"]. That half an episode was the legal dark flip side of a sadly typical Jerry Springer or Maurypovich episode in which likewise ultradesperate females attach themselves [& cling like superglue] to the most irresponsible &/or abusive males - which All Too Often are of even uglier physical aspect than Cuffie, itself can be said to at least be easier to look at than the current litter of corrupt political pigs infesting our government, though such a feat ain't much of a stretch - screeching those 4 teethgrinding words that make you want to dash them with a pool's worth of cold water: "But I LOVVVE him!" As has been the rejoinder many times, these women need to love themSELVES first; that would reduce, hopefully significantly, these instances of them getting the shaft in the wrong kind of way - especially when there's either existing kids or, like here, freshly baked ones involved. But Miss Fishe unfortunately didn't have evidence to go along with her tears of anguish, so Judge Bitch [said with affection] was quite right in dismissing her case. And then to prove HER point, I am reading a 5/9/14 article from that town's newspaper recounting a ROBBERY this horrible thing committed THE SAME NIGHT after they returned home, maybe it could be put down to jet lag that she "went on a date" with that thing she copulated & allowed to use her body to reproduce itself, only to then be THREATENED 2 days later with house robbery and DEATH to her, her mother and the innocent child it had co-created. Jeez! It's now been 3½ years since that terrible time, & I declined to search further for any follow-up information on her OR it - a rarity for me using that term for a nonkiller or political pig, but Cuffie's the very stinking definition of such - but I sure hope that since then Miss Fishe has learned her most bitter lesson, smartened up & left that object wheels-up in the ditch while her family moved it along freed from its sickmaking presence in their lives. Heyyy . . . maybe it's back Behind Bars by now, for a Long Long Time! Because since "a lotta people don't like [it]" yet somehow more idiots than her were putting money on its commissary, its choice to exist an imprisoned "loser life" as Judge Bitch rightly called it clearly is the best one - for itself and, more importantly, Miss Fishe's family and society at large; THAT disgrace to all races we don't need to be At Large anytime, anywhere, anymore. Along with the overlooked gem of how Judge Bitch bounced an Unruly Customer from the gallery behind the plaintiff - a thick ponytailed beadyeyed giggler whose puzzled look of Whoo Mee? when she sicced her Byrd on him was pricess! - in response to one member's asking about a mugshot of this item, I offer this one along with a revised 66-year-old quote from a theatrical classic: "Look Spike, here [it] is!" About makes me want to go toss all 3 of my red polo shirts in the trash. Wouldn't surprise me if it had thoughts of its Greybar Hilton "homebois" on what passes for its mind the whole restless time it was there - among that gang there's some chance of getting a Gift That Keeps On Giving, but pregnancy sure ain't on that no-wish list.
