Kissel was found guilty of murder and sentenced to life in prison in 2005 in the case widely referred to as the "milkshake murder." She was convicted of drugging her husband, Robert, with sedatives in 2003 and then bludgeoning the wealthy banker on the head with a metal ornament.
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Kissel said her husband, a 40-year-old investment banker for Merrill Lynch, was an erratic whiskey-swilling workaholic who also snorted cocaine and forced her to have painful anal sex.
I know, I know: tasteless...tacky...American.
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Her milkshake brought all the lawyers to the court-yard...
(Sorry, it's been a long day - that's the best I can manage. I was going to attempt something extremely tasteless involving "The Longest Yard", but mercifully for you all, it proved beyond me.)
When the bar is set by a song that goes, "My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard", I don't think we've far to fall.
That being said, I think "you all" is just me. My transition from MySpace didn't take hold. My milkshake is bringing no one nowhere.
I dunno, Cane; I still check back here (admittedly with little better than Texas Rangers World Series frequency), and I of know at least one future world leader who does too. But the curse of Facebook and "blog fatigue" generally is affecting us all.
I'm still here and still reading, Cane - and still as in awe of your writing as ever. It's just that my mother always taught me that if you can't say something intelligent, or at least vaguely relevant, don't say anything at all. Unfortunately, there's no kudos-without-comment system on Blogger, so I can't leave the virtual equivalent of a nod of appreciation.
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