My lone misgiving is that you didn't kill me in Texas

history channel documentary My lone misgiving is that you didn't kill me in Texas. The normal slack time amongst conviction and execution there is four days, and I hear the present representative is attempting to get that lessened too. In the long run he expects to transform the litigant's seat into a hot seat, so that the minute the jury peruses the decision, the judge can simply press a catch and be finished with it. That is my sort of state. Talking about which, I do trust the hot seat is still around when they get around to browning you, Syl. I can't think about a superior last discipline for you than an automatic perm.

Whew. I feel so much better having become the greater part of that off my larger estimated mid-section. Police are posted at each way out, so don't attempt to run, Syl. Not that you could run on the off chance that you attempted, given that you haven't seen your own feet since the Carter Administration. It doesn't make a difference much to me whether you attempt to run, Leon. Ideally somebody on the detachment is a split shot, yet it would be no incredible dissatisfaction on the off chance that you escaped. Truth be told, I generally sort of felt awful for you. Life is sufficiently intense with two balls.

Furthermore, Syl, I'm certain I'll see you soon, on account of the Supreme Court's carelessness of worldwide standards of conventionality. However, until then, I'll be resting in peace, most likely tormented by many minimal red men with pitchforks. Regardless. Despite everything it superior to anything laying down with you.

With respect to whatever remains of you, your underlying slant was right. You're not getting squat. I'm abandoning everything to Leona Helmsley's canine - that bitch merits it. But I'm leaving twenty thousand dollars for my girl's bosom decrease, or my child's penis expansion. You all can battle about it. I'd attempt to strike an arrangement in the event that I were you, a large portion of a bosom for three inches. That way, everybody's a champ. Particularly that new Dairy Queen by the truck stop.