The Casey Anthony verdict. I'm still not over it.
Just thinking about it makes me feel like poison is flowing through my body.
Casey Anthony should be forced to bungee jump from the Eiffel Tower by her hair. Refusing to repost her image, use your imagination.
The force of the jump should make her scalp peel off and she should plummet to her death. I’m not bitter.
They don’t cut hair in prison? That’s sexist. How come men can get their hair cut. They should have to twirl their hair on top of their head too.
According to Google, this is the guy with the longest hair. I like that he's smiling. His neck has got to hurt. I'm still upset about the murder of a kid I don't know, and he's walking around with a thousand pounds on his head--probably in an impoverished country--plus, he's 452 years old and yet he's smiling.
Me with long hair is just another reason it’s good I’m not in prison. Next they’ll tell me I have to wear a skirt. A prison skirt. An orange, prison skirt. With ruffles.
I thought prison was like a mini-Gilligan’s island and everyone has their own job. Like, someone’s the stylist--Ginger. The professor is the dude trying to break out or find a loophole in the law. Maryann cooks.
I’m not sure what the rest of them do. Ideas?
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