You can, if you like, look for a mate at Inmate Penpals. An awful lot of our prisoners are one-time losers fallen prey to our stupid drug laws, after all, and you never know. You could find a cutie like Wendi, a misunderstood soul who'd just love for someone to share her life with when she gets out:
I'm a fun loving and sometimes serious girl. I know when to work and when to play. I work hard and play even harder. I'm a thirty year old Veterinarian from West Texas. I graduated from Texas A&M and practiced for five years before this ordeal. Once I am released, I plan to reopen a Veterinary practice.
The thing is, a quick Google and you discover that cutie-pie Wendi's husband didn't just pass away a few years ago; she seems to have poisoned him. Then, she coolly weighed his body down with auto parts and dumped it into a farm pond. Later, when the cops got suspicious, she tried to pin the murder on her parents.
But she sure has a nice smile, doesn't she?
I read this out loud to my brother and his first comment was, "Yeah, but did he deserve it? Because, if so..."
Posted by: Aunt B. | 03/30/2009 at 07:26 PM