It's nice to hear a story once in a while about things finally working out for the world's corrupt career politicians, isn't it? Four-time Louisiana Governor Edwin Edwards, now 83, was serving an 8-year sentence on bribery and extortion charges when he made a prison pen pal who turned out to be a very attractive blond 32-year-old lady who mysteriously fell in love with him. And now for some reason
Let me see if I can even count the number of much younger wives I;ve landed by being a "wonderful, pleasant, modest fellow". Um, um, it's zero.
I used to think heros were people who ran in burning orphanages and whatnot. Now they're just guys who get hummers in prison. (Which is about 50% of the inmates.)
For reasons I can't explain and am afraid to reflect upon more deeply, your comment plays in my head to the tune of a Spice Girls (?) song...If You Wanna Be My Lover, something like that.
I've got a feeling that "Voted most likely to become a 'camp hero'" shows up in many yearbooks.
32 Louisiana years. They say life is slower in the bayou, but the years cost more.
And for her blonde looks, a spot on the Fox & Friends couch. Move over Stephen Douchey, there's a new girl in town.
Let me see if I can even count the number of much younger wives I;ve landed by being a "wonderful, pleasant, modest fellow". Um, um, it's zero.
Well, he say he "landed her". And Louisiana is the "Sportsman's Paradise".
I used to think heros were people who ran in burning orphanages and whatnot. Now they're just guys who get hummers in prison. (Which is about 50% of the inmates.)
<i>Wonder what 2012&#039;s equivalent will be... </i>
&quot;Better the zombie than the psycho.&quot;
Well hell, he&#039;s hotter than Hefner.
More likely that her handlers did the refusing.
&quot;If your body remains stiff for more than 4 hours, call your mortician.&quot;
Try being a wonderful, pleasant, modest inmate. (Don&#039;t forget to bring your pen and writing paper.)
She&#039;s gone senile, I don&#039;t know if that will help your plans or not.
â« Prisoners of love, Blue skies above, Can&#039;t keep my heart in jail! â¬
You could also just walk across the parking lot in front of the drooling inmates, Derrick.
For reasons I can&#039;t explain and am afraid to reflect upon more deeply, your comment plays in my head to the tune of a Spice Girls (?) song...If You Wanna Be My Lover, something like that.
Eh, even rigor mortis is only temporary.