posted on March 12, 2002 07:22:03 PM new
How--Kind-of-you-To--Have-me-Here.
Cheezlepuss? Well, that certainly fits his profile (with which, incidentally, I've become quite familiar with, unfortunately.) A case for 60 Minutes. No one would believe it. I can't tell you...
posted on March 31, 2002 12:07:35 PM new
(Looking awfully cute with L or R index finger pressed into corresponding cheekbone
Chum?
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In response to this post read this morning:
After having watched your behavior here on the Round Table, I've decided you're the prime "suspect" - the person who probably sent me and others that juvenile voodoo curse in e-mail in February. I had originally thought it was Cheesemanike, but he convinced me otherwise.
Irene
[ edited by nycyn on Mar 31, 2002 12:29 PM ]
posted on March 31, 2002 06:16:05 PM new
There was a fascinating story on 60 minutes once. It was about a guy who would seduce and either marry or move in with women, then he would basically rob and abandon them. He was just so great you know. Adored them; fabulous with the kids; ex-race car driver; hard luck story, etc. etc. A detective was on to him very very early. Whenever he was alerted to this guy's plates in front of a womans house he would try to warn the woman, but of course--"Oh no! Not Harry. Never! Those women were just sour grapes blah-blah."
Finally this Detective gets 8-10-12 more? of these women (took over ten years I think)to go after this guy in either a civil or criminal suit (Again, I do not remember this show down to every detail except to the one detail I am coming to...) Everyday of that trial, his latest girlfriend, a wealthy (very) real estate broker accompanied him on his arm, and they would exchange winks and smiles. That other dozen families? Just sour grapes I guess she supposed. It was chilling. And this is why I find this cheezlechit pointless in arguing about anymore. My ducks are in a row. I hope yours are.
