Friday, December 28, 2007
Goo Seeks Tub
When I saw this photo I thought Debra Tate was playing some sort of weird Halloween game designed to cost me nightmares and lost sleep. Then I realize it was little Babs Hoyt, all grown up. Like they said in that great Bill Murray film, she has swallowed a lot of grief. Along with a hell of a lot of pizzas.
I was thinking of Barbara because she had a letter read at Leslie's most recent parole hearing (the one where the bitch got smacked down for two years and Jimmy got called an obsessed man with a crush). Barbara's letters are, like so much of this case, full of shit. Her details that she offers about the Shorty murder are just wrong. Her quoting what people said to her are ludicrous and make no sense. These people didn't try to talk to her. She was the lardass who had to run away. Then she claimed she got poisoned by LSD (which is pharmacologically impossible) and they wanted her dead, though no one got prosecuted. I bet the defense attorneys all claimed she thought the LSD was Pez.
It is convenient for DA Sequiera to use her to keep the loser LVH in jail. But again, the truth suffers. There is no surprise that evil Mark Turner would help book her for some cable show. He cares not about what the truth is.
Babs- you are never getting the book deal since Nellie croaked. You are never going to be able to afford more Tastee Cakes. Your Christian nonsense makes you akin to Tex and Sadie.
Get the stomach band. And maybe some electroshock too!