The Lighter Side of the Anthony Case
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OMG....The Tale of King George and Queen Cynthia is a literary masterpiece!! Spot on.......
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King George and Queen Cynthia.....I'm with you Piper. This is truly a masterpiece, and the author an extremely talented gifted writer.
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Funny, Snaz. That first one sounded like they were reading from the actual transcripts! LOL!
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kh, Love the pic! Love the basket of duct tape, the box of heart stickers, the hammers and of course the CMAs! I especially like George's pansyazz bod!
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Cindy in Wonderland!
March 2, 2010 in Big, fat, liar...Casey Anthony, The Hen House
In the spirit of the new Alice in Wonderland movie, Motherclucker brings you her newest addition of stories! Any similarities between these characters and real life people has great potential.
CINDY IN WONDERLAND
BY: MOTHERCLUCKER
It was a beautiful sunny day at George and Cindy’s. George was in the backyard duct taping gas cans, and digging random holes in the yard. Cindy didn’t like going outside anymore, so she sat on the sofa in her cozy slippers and robe she had stolen from her free stay at The Hilton Grand Hotel. She was wearing a blister on her finger, trying to find a news channel that wasn’t talking about her murderous daughter. Defeated and angry, Cindy stabbed the power button on her remote, and turned off the television. She propped her feet up on a stack of unpaid house payments (very cushy), and reclined back on the sofa. She wasn’t worried about the stack of bills under her feet, for Cindy knew that there was a sucker born every minute. Just like that Padilla guy. She knew someone would bail (no pun intended) them out of their sucking debt hole. She popped open another Pabst Blue Ribbon, and took a big slug. She listened to the chunking sound of George digging away at the ground. What on earth is he doing? Cindy thought. She stood up and walked toward the patio doors, and had her slippers not been so luxurious and fluffy, she might have seen the pile of stuffed animals and memorial items she had been stealing for a year and a half right in her path. Cindy stumbled across the pile of toys and stuffed animals. She caught a glimpse of George through the patio doors and managed to gain her composure, somewhat, before stepping onto a pile of No Trespassing signs scattered on the floor. The slippery plastic signs sent Cindy sliding full speed toward the patio doors. George’s eyes grew wide at the sight, as he watched Cindy flail her arms helplessly and slam nose first into a giant Kid Finders sign he had left propped in the corner. All went black, and Cindy felt herself gently falling, and floating down, down, down into the darkness.
Cindy landed with a slight thud, onto some lime green shag carpet. She could hear the song “My Humps” by the Blackeyed Peas playing on a stereo. She stood up and glanced around the room. There was a disco ball hanging from the middle of the room, and a stripper pole shined like the top of the Chrysler Building. Confusing colorful lights bounced and played on the red walls. A few feet away, Cindy saw her daughter, Casey, sitting on a plush purple sofa, maniacally texting someone. Cindy ran toward her daughter, with her arms wide open. “Oh! Casey! Come here so I can hug you, Sweetie!”
Casey stopped texting and jumped up from the couch. She quickly smoothed the wrinkles from her cleavage bearing short blue dress. She then declared “Sorry, Mother! But, I’m late, I’m late for a very important DATE! No time to say hello, goodbye, I’m late, I’m late….I’m LATE!” Cindy watched her daughter run toward a giant door, enter, and slam the door shut. Cindy ran to the door, and turned the knob. It was locked. Cindy began to furiously beat on the door. “Wait, Casey, wait, I need to talk to you! Where is my granddaughter? Casey!?”
Cindy gave the door one final slap. “Ouch, Lady! That hurt!” Cindy looked around for the source of the voice, but found no one. “Over here! Hey, Lady!” Cindy turned toward the talking door, and stared in awe. “Violence is not the answer”, said the door. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that? You can’t get through this door without a password. Do you know the password, Lady?”
“No, I don’t! Let me through anyway. My daughter is on the other side, and I have to speak to her!” Said a very angry Cindy.
“Well, I can’t do that. But I’ll tell you what, see that gum over there on that table? That gum will tell you the password.” Said the door.
Cindy walked over to a glass table, and found a delicious pink gumball sitting on a small pedestal. There was a sign in front of the pedestal that read “Chew Me”. Cindy loved gum, so she popped the pink gumball into her mouth and began to chew like she was being questioned in a deposition. She chewed and chewed until her mouth ached. Her ears began to ring, and that’s when she heard the password. It was a banshee like scream that screeched the word “MORPHINE”. Cindy ran toward the door, still madly chewing her gum. “I won’t say that password, Mr. Door! Forget it!”
“Then you shall not pass through, Lady!” Said the door.
“Fine! Morphine!” said Cindy, and the door obeyed the password.
TO BE CONTINUED….
http://motherclucker.wordpress.com/2010/03/02/cindy-in-wonderland/
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Cindy in Wonderland Part 2
March 3, 2010 in Big, fat, liar...Casey Anthony, The Hen House
Cindy pranced through the door. When she crossed the threshold, she turned to the door and declared “Thanks for nothing”. The door slammed behind Cindy, and she stood alone in a dark forest. The forest was so dense that the sun seemed non-existent. She followed a dirt path deep into the forest. She could see a clearing up ahead of her. As she began to walk closer to the clearing, she could see a white car parked near the edge of the clearing. She squinted her eyes and realized that the car was her Pontiac Sunfire. Her daughter, Casey, suddenly appeared from out of the woods. She popped open the trunk, grabbed an obviously heavy garbage bag, and carried it into the edge of the woods. Cindy began to run toward the clearing, but the path beneath her rolled under her feet like a treadmill. She wasn’t going anywhere. She stopped to think. She stared toward the clearing and saw her daughter leaving the woods, without the garbage bag. What could she be doing? Cindy wondered. Cindy called out to her daughter, “Casey, Casey, wait, I need to talk to you!” Casey screamed to her mother through the distance, “I’m late!”, hopped into the car and sped away. Cindy started running toward the car, when the path was suddenly obstructed by two little fat men. They jumped out from behind a fallen tree, and held their hands up in her face. They were wearing black tee shirts, and baseball caps with their names emblazoned on the front. When Cindy came to a stop, they high fived each other and spoke to each other in a strange code. Their names, according to their baseball caps, were Tweedle Lee and Tweedle Lum.
“Out of my way!” Cindy snapped.
Tweedle Lee looked at Tweedle Lum and said “Ooooh! Tsk, Tsk! The poor lady doesn’t realize that her daughter doesn’t want to eakspay to her, such a shame”.
“What do you mean, eakspay? You two are crazier than Zanny the Nanny! And she is real! Move it or I’m gonna get my baseball bat!” Cindy snapped again.
Tweedle Lee spoke to Tweedle Lum. “I suppose she hasn’t the time to hear a story. The Story of The Squirrels. She’s in much, too much of a hurry”.
Cindy was growing more aggravated by the second, and said “What squirrels?”.
“Exa-a-a-actly!” said Tweedle Lee. “Besides, she probably couldn’t handle such a story. Poor, poor squirrels. I don’t think the smell of that day will ever go away.”
“Look, she’s gotten away again! And it’s all your fault. Now I will never catch her!” said Cindy.
Cindy sat down and started to cry. Tweedle Lee and Tweedle Lum shrugged their shoulders and skipped happily away, while high fiving each other, into the forest. You could hear their voices fading away as they sang merrily “All around the mulberry bush, the mo-o-nkey chased the w-e-e-easel!”
Delusional and confused, Cindy wondered how she would ever find her granddaughter, or get out of this crazy place. Cindy heard a rustling in the bushes. She stood up frightened. She hoped it wasn’t a wild animal, or much worse, the State Prosecuter’s Office wanting to question her. Someone in the bushes was singing “La Bamba”. “Who’s there?” said Cindy. “Para bailar La Bamba…” the voice continued. After much effort to exfoliate himself from the brush, a giant rat appeared. Cindy screamed. He had sharp teeth, and was grinning from ear to ear. He was wearing a sombrero. “Hola! I’m Jose. Jose the Court Jester’s Rat. Can I…ahem…help you? If you are looking for Casey, I know where she went, where she’s been, and exactly what she’s doing at this moment…perhaps if you could calm down…here have some tequila.”
To be continued…
http://motherclucker.wordpress.com/2010/03/03/cindy-in-wonderland-part-2/
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Cindy in Wonderland Part 3
March 9, 2010 in Big, fat, liar...Casey Anthony, The Hen House
As Jose began to pour his tequila into a taco shell cup, a fog rolled in that smelled of cigar smoke. Cindy began to cough, she covered her nose and fanned her arm in the air. “God, what is that smell? Is that cigar smoke? I hate those things, I won’t let George smoke them, even though he loves them! Where is it coming from?” Cindy complained. Cindy heard a loud growling, and then she heard a high pitched voice saying “I’m a genius, I’m a genius…no, you are…no, you are!”
“Who’s there?” Cindy spoke into the fog.
Cindy stepped forward a few steps, and ran into something soft and fluffy. Cindy was startled “Ah! Watch where you’re going!” The paw of a lion reached through the fog and grabbed Cindy. The lion was wearing a mans sport jacket and trousers on one side of his body, and a woman’s dress on the other side. One side of his mane was pulled back with a dainty hair clip, while the other side remained tussled and unkempt. The man side of the lion was the one smoking the cigar. “Let go of me, and put that thing your smoking away! I can’t see, and you’re choking me to death. Who are you?” Cindy grabbed the cigar away from the lion, and stomped it out. “Here, have some gum! Sheesh!”
The lion did not take this very well. “You KILLED my cigar! Murderer! Do you need a lawyer? Because I can represent you, ya know? You might be a murderer, but that doesn’t mean you deserve the same treatment as that cigar. Jose, what are you doing here? We are supposed to be in court in half an hour? YOU are coming with me!…Now, back to you, Dear Murderess, I’m a genius, you know? You should probably let me represent you. I wrote a book called Angels Have Wings and Cigars Are People Too. It’s coming out next week. You should buy a copy. Oh, how rude am I? My name is Dandrea the Lion, but my friends just call me Genius. You can consider yourself a friend. I am actually a court jester on the side. When things get tense in court, I make funny jokes like, ‘I would like to file a motion, to file a motion against the notion that my client is guilty.’ It slays the courtroom, but, you have to consider, I am a genius. And you are?”
Cindy stood chewing her gum, and smirking at the Genius Lion. “Oh, you think I’m gonna answer your questions, huh? You think that you can just prance in here, and start asking me questions that are irrelevent? Is that what you think? Well, I’m not answering any of your questions, Genius”.
Jose chimed in, “Oooh! You shouldn’t talk like that Senora Cindy. The Genius is representing your daughter in court today. It seems Casey has murdered a squirrel. Yes, that’s right, a squirrel. And that squirrel’s family is very angry. They want justice, and things don’t look so good for your daughter, Senora Cindy”.
“What! A squirrel?” Cindy began to furiously chew her gum, “That wasn’t a dead squirrel, that was rotten pizza. My daughter was driving home from work, and she hit a pizza guy. He was okay, but the pizza got stuck in the grill of her car! I know this to be true, because she told me so!”
The Genius spoke again. “Calm down, Dear Cindy. This is Wonderland, and we don’t run things the same way here. It’s a place where everyone is…oh..I just hate to say it…here, I’ll spell it…D-E-L-U-S-I-O-N-A-L. Whew! Except for me, I’m just a genius. And we all know that a genius could never be the ‘D’ word. That’s psychology. Come on, Jose, we have to go, are you coming with us, Cindy? You should probably get rid of that dead cigar. Here, I have some duct tape. You can tape it back together. Then throw it over there in the woods. That way, it will take someone a while to find it, or notice that it’s actually a cigar. Do you see? Genius, I tell ya, pure Genius”.
Cindy wrapped the cigar up in duct tape, and threw it far into the forest. Then, she, Jose, and Dandrea trotted along through the forest headed for court. Cindy chewed her gum, and was happy that her daughter had the smartest lawyer in Wonderland…
To Be Continued…
http://motherclucker.wordpress.com/2010/03/09/cindy-in-wonderland-part-3/
March 2, 2010 in Big, fat, liar...Casey Anthony, The Hen House
In the spirit of the new Alice in Wonderland movie, Motherclucker brings you her newest addition of stories! Any similarities between these characters and real life people has great potential.
CINDY IN WONDERLAND
BY: MOTHERCLUCKER
It was a beautiful sunny day at George and Cindy’s. George was in the backyard duct taping gas cans, and digging random holes in the yard. Cindy didn’t like going outside anymore, so she sat on the sofa in her cozy slippers and robe she had stolen from her free stay at The Hilton Grand Hotel. She was wearing a blister on her finger, trying to find a news channel that wasn’t talking about her murderous daughter. Defeated and angry, Cindy stabbed the power button on her remote, and turned off the television. She propped her feet up on a stack of unpaid house payments (very cushy), and reclined back on the sofa. She wasn’t worried about the stack of bills under her feet, for Cindy knew that there was a sucker born every minute. Just like that Padilla guy. She knew someone would bail (no pun intended) them out of their sucking debt hole. She popped open another Pabst Blue Ribbon, and took a big slug. She listened to the chunking sound of George digging away at the ground. What on earth is he doing? Cindy thought. She stood up and walked toward the patio doors, and had her slippers not been so luxurious and fluffy, she might have seen the pile of stuffed animals and memorial items she had been stealing for a year and a half right in her path. Cindy stumbled across the pile of toys and stuffed animals. She caught a glimpse of George through the patio doors and managed to gain her composure, somewhat, before stepping onto a pile of No Trespassing signs scattered on the floor. The slippery plastic signs sent Cindy sliding full speed toward the patio doors. George’s eyes grew wide at the sight, as he watched Cindy flail her arms helplessly and slam nose first into a giant Kid Finders sign he had left propped in the corner. All went black, and Cindy felt herself gently falling, and floating down, down, down into the darkness.
Cindy landed with a slight thud, onto some lime green shag carpet. She could hear the song “My Humps” by the Blackeyed Peas playing on a stereo. She stood up and glanced around the room. There was a disco ball hanging from the middle of the room, and a stripper pole shined like the top of the Chrysler Building. Confusing colorful lights bounced and played on the red walls. A few feet away, Cindy saw her daughter, Casey, sitting on a plush purple sofa, maniacally texting someone. Cindy ran toward her daughter, with her arms wide open. “Oh! Casey! Come here so I can hug you, Sweetie!”
Casey stopped texting and jumped up from the couch. She quickly smoothed the wrinkles from her cleavage bearing short blue dress. She then declared “Sorry, Mother! But, I’m late, I’m late for a very important DATE! No time to say hello, goodbye, I’m late, I’m late….I’m LATE!” Cindy watched her daughter run toward a giant door, enter, and slam the door shut. Cindy ran to the door, and turned the knob. It was locked. Cindy began to furiously beat on the door. “Wait, Casey, wait, I need to talk to you! Where is my granddaughter? Casey!?”
Cindy gave the door one final slap. “Ouch, Lady! That hurt!” Cindy looked around for the source of the voice, but found no one. “Over here! Hey, Lady!” Cindy turned toward the talking door, and stared in awe. “Violence is not the answer”, said the door. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you that? You can’t get through this door without a password. Do you know the password, Lady?”
“No, I don’t! Let me through anyway. My daughter is on the other side, and I have to speak to her!” Said a very angry Cindy.
“Well, I can’t do that. But I’ll tell you what, see that gum over there on that table? That gum will tell you the password.” Said the door.
Cindy walked over to a glass table, and found a delicious pink gumball sitting on a small pedestal. There was a sign in front of the pedestal that read “Chew Me”. Cindy loved gum, so she popped the pink gumball into her mouth and began to chew like she was being questioned in a deposition. She chewed and chewed until her mouth ached. Her ears began to ring, and that’s when she heard the password. It was a banshee like scream that screeched the word “MORPHINE”. Cindy ran toward the door, still madly chewing her gum. “I won’t say that password, Mr. Door! Forget it!”
“Then you shall not pass through, Lady!” Said the door.
“Fine! Morphine!” said Cindy, and the door obeyed the password.
TO BE CONTINUED….
http://motherclucker.wordpress.com/2010/03/02/cindy-in-wonderland/
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Cindy in Wonderland Part 2
March 3, 2010 in Big, fat, liar...Casey Anthony, The Hen House
Cindy pranced through the door. When she crossed the threshold, she turned to the door and declared “Thanks for nothing”. The door slammed behind Cindy, and she stood alone in a dark forest. The forest was so dense that the sun seemed non-existent. She followed a dirt path deep into the forest. She could see a clearing up ahead of her. As she began to walk closer to the clearing, she could see a white car parked near the edge of the clearing. She squinted her eyes and realized that the car was her Pontiac Sunfire. Her daughter, Casey, suddenly appeared from out of the woods. She popped open the trunk, grabbed an obviously heavy garbage bag, and carried it into the edge of the woods. Cindy began to run toward the clearing, but the path beneath her rolled under her feet like a treadmill. She wasn’t going anywhere. She stopped to think. She stared toward the clearing and saw her daughter leaving the woods, without the garbage bag. What could she be doing? Cindy wondered. Cindy called out to her daughter, “Casey, Casey, wait, I need to talk to you!” Casey screamed to her mother through the distance, “I’m late!”, hopped into the car and sped away. Cindy started running toward the car, when the path was suddenly obstructed by two little fat men. They jumped out from behind a fallen tree, and held their hands up in her face. They were wearing black tee shirts, and baseball caps with their names emblazoned on the front. When Cindy came to a stop, they high fived each other and spoke to each other in a strange code. Their names, according to their baseball caps, were Tweedle Lee and Tweedle Lum.
“Out of my way!” Cindy snapped.
Tweedle Lee looked at Tweedle Lum and said “Ooooh! Tsk, Tsk! The poor lady doesn’t realize that her daughter doesn’t want to eakspay to her, such a shame”.
“What do you mean, eakspay? You two are crazier than Zanny the Nanny! And she is real! Move it or I’m gonna get my baseball bat!” Cindy snapped again.
Tweedle Lee spoke to Tweedle Lum. “I suppose she hasn’t the time to hear a story. The Story of The Squirrels. She’s in much, too much of a hurry”.
Cindy was growing more aggravated by the second, and said “What squirrels?”.
“Exa-a-a-actly!” said Tweedle Lee. “Besides, she probably couldn’t handle such a story. Poor, poor squirrels. I don’t think the smell of that day will ever go away.”
“Look, she’s gotten away again! And it’s all your fault. Now I will never catch her!” said Cindy.
Cindy sat down and started to cry. Tweedle Lee and Tweedle Lum shrugged their shoulders and skipped happily away, while high fiving each other, into the forest. You could hear their voices fading away as they sang merrily “All around the mulberry bush, the mo-o-nkey chased the w-e-e-easel!”
Delusional and confused, Cindy wondered how she would ever find her granddaughter, or get out of this crazy place. Cindy heard a rustling in the bushes. She stood up frightened. She hoped it wasn’t a wild animal, or much worse, the State Prosecuter’s Office wanting to question her. Someone in the bushes was singing “La Bamba”. “Who’s there?” said Cindy. “Para bailar La Bamba…” the voice continued. After much effort to exfoliate himself from the brush, a giant rat appeared. Cindy screamed. He had sharp teeth, and was grinning from ear to ear. He was wearing a sombrero. “Hola! I’m Jose. Jose the Court Jester’s Rat. Can I…ahem…help you? If you are looking for Casey, I know where she went, where she’s been, and exactly what she’s doing at this moment…perhaps if you could calm down…here have some tequila.”
To be continued…
http://motherclucker.wordpress.com/2010/03/03/cindy-in-wonderland-part-2/
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Cindy in Wonderland Part 3
March 9, 2010 in Big, fat, liar...Casey Anthony, The Hen House
As Jose began to pour his tequila into a taco shell cup, a fog rolled in that smelled of cigar smoke. Cindy began to cough, she covered her nose and fanned her arm in the air. “God, what is that smell? Is that cigar smoke? I hate those things, I won’t let George smoke them, even though he loves them! Where is it coming from?” Cindy complained. Cindy heard a loud growling, and then she heard a high pitched voice saying “I’m a genius, I’m a genius…no, you are…no, you are!”
“Who’s there?” Cindy spoke into the fog.
Cindy stepped forward a few steps, and ran into something soft and fluffy. Cindy was startled “Ah! Watch where you’re going!” The paw of a lion reached through the fog and grabbed Cindy. The lion was wearing a mans sport jacket and trousers on one side of his body, and a woman’s dress on the other side. One side of his mane was pulled back with a dainty hair clip, while the other side remained tussled and unkempt. The man side of the lion was the one smoking the cigar. “Let go of me, and put that thing your smoking away! I can’t see, and you’re choking me to death. Who are you?” Cindy grabbed the cigar away from the lion, and stomped it out. “Here, have some gum! Sheesh!”
The lion did not take this very well. “You KILLED my cigar! Murderer! Do you need a lawyer? Because I can represent you, ya know? You might be a murderer, but that doesn’t mean you deserve the same treatment as that cigar. Jose, what are you doing here? We are supposed to be in court in half an hour? YOU are coming with me!…Now, back to you, Dear Murderess, I’m a genius, you know? You should probably let me represent you. I wrote a book called Angels Have Wings and Cigars Are People Too. It’s coming out next week. You should buy a copy. Oh, how rude am I? My name is Dandrea the Lion, but my friends just call me Genius. You can consider yourself a friend. I am actually a court jester on the side. When things get tense in court, I make funny jokes like, ‘I would like to file a motion, to file a motion against the notion that my client is guilty.’ It slays the courtroom, but, you have to consider, I am a genius. And you are?”
Cindy stood chewing her gum, and smirking at the Genius Lion. “Oh, you think I’m gonna answer your questions, huh? You think that you can just prance in here, and start asking me questions that are irrelevent? Is that what you think? Well, I’m not answering any of your questions, Genius”.
Jose chimed in, “Oooh! You shouldn’t talk like that Senora Cindy. The Genius is representing your daughter in court today. It seems Casey has murdered a squirrel. Yes, that’s right, a squirrel. And that squirrel’s family is very angry. They want justice, and things don’t look so good for your daughter, Senora Cindy”.
“What! A squirrel?” Cindy began to furiously chew her gum, “That wasn’t a dead squirrel, that was rotten pizza. My daughter was driving home from work, and she hit a pizza guy. He was okay, but the pizza got stuck in the grill of her car! I know this to be true, because she told me so!”
The Genius spoke again. “Calm down, Dear Cindy. This is Wonderland, and we don’t run things the same way here. It’s a place where everyone is…oh..I just hate to say it…here, I’ll spell it…D-E-L-U-S-I-O-N-A-L. Whew! Except for me, I’m just a genius. And we all know that a genius could never be the ‘D’ word. That’s psychology. Come on, Jose, we have to go, are you coming with us, Cindy? You should probably get rid of that dead cigar. Here, I have some duct tape. You can tape it back together. Then throw it over there in the woods. That way, it will take someone a while to find it, or notice that it’s actually a cigar. Do you see? Genius, I tell ya, pure Genius”.
Cindy wrapped the cigar up in duct tape, and threw it far into the forest. Then, she, Jose, and Dandrea trotted along through the forest headed for court. Cindy chewed her gum, and was happy that her daughter had the smartest lawyer in Wonderland…
To Be Continued…
http://motherclucker.wordpress.com/2010/03/09/cindy-in-wonderland-part-3/
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Re: The Lighter Side of the Anthony Case
Casey Anthony Now a TOOTHLESS Moron
Posted by eggtreenews
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Former self proclaimed “Perfect 10″ murderess, Casey Anthony, was officially demoted to “snagtooth ho” yesterday, when Karma tripped her up in her shackles, sending her flying face first into the ground on a routine field trip to court. The incident, which left guards (and others who haven’t murdered their children) snickering, left the certified idiot with a split lip, and a chipped front “toof.” Anthony, whose identity hinges entirely on her already rapidly fading sex appeal, was immediately taken to a doctor to assess the damage done to the hot tub tiles lining her gums. It is unclear at this time how extensive her injuries are, or if an equinary dentist will need to be consulted, but sources have confirmed she did, in fact, chip a tooth, officially rendering her a toothless moron.
With the homicidal harlot looking more like troubled singer Amy Winehouse everyday, many are speculating that Anthony orchestrated the fall in preparation for her breakout role as the scuzzy, toothless songbird in the straight-to-DVD cinematic gem, “Even Horseface Cowgirls Get the Blues: The Amy Winehouse Story.” Could this be the secret “media deal” funding Casey’s high-powered defense? If so, casting directors suggest she lay off the chili, grits, and bologne, and take up the Winehouse approved diet of crack-cocaine and alcohol, to achieve a more realistic physique for the film. “Other than her waistline, she’s a great fit for the role,” said one casting director. “She could play Amy with her eyes closed. She’s got the long dark hair that’s begging to go up in a beehive, the creepy undisclosed skin condition, the dead-behind-the-eyes stare that would look GREAT with eyeliner up to her brows, and she looks like she just rolled around in a dumpster of bacon grease with her drug dealer… and NOW she’s even got the trademark missing “toof.” That’s dedication. She just needs to get down to a size negative 3, and she’ll be set.”
But some fear that even if our shackled Butterball Beauty purges her way down to a Size Whine-O, the revenue earned from her performance will only cover a small portion of her legal fees. With “expert” witnesses to payoff, and evidence to tamper, Anthony needs to think even bigger. “She needs a real pot of gold at this point,” said one source close to the investigation. Perhaps this explains Casey’s love letter to the jailhouse Tooth Fairy, in which she demands “one kajillion dollars” in exchange for her fragmented snagtoof and an autographed pic of her mugshot. “If the Tooth Fairy doesn’t come through,” says the source, “she’s got a foolproof plan. First she’s gonna sue the crap out of the shackles for being too tight. Then the guards for failing to explain the fundamental mechanics of walking. Then the judge for MAKING her show up to court. Then the D.A. for pressing charges in the first place. One way or another, she’s gonna get that kajillion dollars.”
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Former self proclaimed “Perfect 10″ murderess, Casey Anthony, was officially demoted to “snagtooth ho” yesterday, when Karma tripped her up in her shackles, sending her flying face first into the ground on a routine field trip to court. The incident, which left guards (and others who haven’t murdered their children) snickering, left the certified idiot with a split lip, and a chipped front “toof.” Anthony, whose identity hinges entirely on her already rapidly fading sex appeal, was immediately taken to a doctor to assess the damage done to the hot tub tiles lining her gums. It is unclear at this time how extensive her injuries are, or if an equinary dentist will need to be consulted, but sources have confirmed she did, in fact, chip a tooth, officially rendering her a toothless moron.
With the homicidal harlot looking more like troubled singer Amy Winehouse everyday, many are speculating that Anthony orchestrated the fall in preparation for her breakout role as the scuzzy, toothless songbird in the straight-to-DVD cinematic gem, “Even Horseface Cowgirls Get the Blues: The Amy Winehouse Story.” Could this be the secret “media deal” funding Casey’s high-powered defense? If so, casting directors suggest she lay off the chili, grits, and bologne, and take up the Winehouse approved diet of crack-cocaine and alcohol, to achieve a more realistic physique for the film. “Other than her waistline, she’s a great fit for the role,” said one casting director. “She could play Amy with her eyes closed. She’s got the long dark hair that’s begging to go up in a beehive, the creepy undisclosed skin condition, the dead-behind-the-eyes stare that would look GREAT with eyeliner up to her brows, and she looks like she just rolled around in a dumpster of bacon grease with her drug dealer… and NOW she’s even got the trademark missing “toof.” That’s dedication. She just needs to get down to a size negative 3, and she’ll be set.”
But some fear that even if our shackled Butterball Beauty purges her way down to a Size Whine-O, the revenue earned from her performance will only cover a small portion of her legal fees. With “expert” witnesses to payoff, and evidence to tamper, Anthony needs to think even bigger. “She needs a real pot of gold at this point,” said one source close to the investigation. Perhaps this explains Casey’s love letter to the jailhouse Tooth Fairy, in which she demands “one kajillion dollars” in exchange for her fragmented snagtoof and an autographed pic of her mugshot. “If the Tooth Fairy doesn’t come through,” says the source, “she’s got a foolproof plan. First she’s gonna sue the crap out of the shackles for being too tight. Then the guards for failing to explain the fundamental mechanics of walking. Then the judge for MAKING her show up to court. Then the D.A. for pressing charges in the first place. One way or another, she’s gonna get that kajillion dollars.”
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BREAKING NEWS...This just in from the CW network...Miss Jay from the noted Tyra Banks show, America's Next Top Model has offered his expertise in runway walking to Miss KC Anthony...Miss Anthony is presently living in the luxurious Orange County facility commonly known as OCJ...She is in desparate need of instructions Miss Jay was heard to say...I'll teach her to navigate the runway (known as the Green Mile) and Bennie can teach her how to"swirl"...We'll work out a deal she can't refuse...two for one...all for a case of those delicious Florida Oranges...She'll be high stepping before she knows it...and she won't be falling on her bumm or her nose...WE'LL TEACH HER THE ROPES...
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ALERT: Lyon Escapes From Anthony Circus Tent
Posted by eggtreenews in Casey Anthony Trial, Parody News. Tagged: Satire news, Parody News, egg tree news, Casey Anthony, Caylee Anthony, jose baez, andrea lyon.
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***BEWARE: LYON ON THE LOOSE!!!***
Reports are swirling that The Lyon, a major player in the Anthony Family Circus, has made a quick break for it, and quit their crazy freakshow. It is unclear exactly why The Lyon trashed her coveted, starring role in the Anthony circus, but self-appointed ringmaster Jose Baez offered some half-baked ideas on the subject. He suspects the real reason she scampered like a powercat up and out of that sideshow was not only his rejection of her constant inappropriate advances, but also his refusal to grant her a Wizard of Oz Spa Makeover before showtime. “She really expected to get pampered at the Emerald City Salon,” laughed the ringmaster. “I only told her that to get her to listen to me during training sessions; as soon as I told her I couldn’t really afford it, she bolted.”
Authorities warn they have not yet located the free roaming Lyon, and advise citizens of Orlando to stay indoors. If you must go outside, exercise extreme caution by dousing yourself in morality, the only known Lyon repellant. If you spot “Andrea,” as she is called by her circus brethren, please notify police or animal control immediately. At the time of her escape, she was wearing a wrinkled pink tutu and a magenta leotard with jelly donut stains. Authorities suspect she may roam Northwest as far as De Paul University, where her pride originated.
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Estee wrote:I think it's cause she lost weight and her fingers got skinnier too....
I think you might be right, Estee.... but it sure looks to me like she has gained back most of the weight she lost. Maybe not all though.
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Local Fool Finds Himself Pinned Beneath Short Bus
Posted July 22, 2010 by eggtreenews
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Local fool George Anthony awoke with quite a start recently, when he opened his eyes and discovered he was pinned beneath the special-ed short bus driven by daughter Casey’s dimwitted murder defense team. The bus, lovingly deemed the “Turd Herd Mobile” by spectators familiar with the concept of ethics, has already attempted to run down numerous other innocents who had the misfortune of becoming involved with the homicidal harlot’s murder investigation. Among the casualties still stuck to the undercarriage: two pissed off squirrels, total stranger and Sawgrass Apartments viewer Zenaida Gonzales, ex-fiance and all around decent human being Jesse Grund and his father Richard, ex-BFF and personal ATM Amy Huizenga, and Roy Kronk, the small bladdered meter reader who had the audacity to call 911 after discovering baby Caylee’s duct-tape wrapped skull in a filthy piss-filled swamp near the Anthony’s home. Plastered to the bus’s grill (and refusing to say die as they climb up the cab to take care of business) is the dynamic duo of Tim Miller and Mark Nejame of TES.
“It was really weird,” said one witness who watched as George was mowed down. “It’s not even a real bus; its more like an ice cream truck with a bike horn, that can’t go more than about 5 MPH. He had plenty of time to get outta the way as the sad lil thing putt-putted toward him, but he just stood there in a daze like he was sleepwalking, with his finger up his nose, wearing a shirt that said, ‘I Covered Up My Grandaughter’s Murder and All I Got Were These Lousy Molestation Allegations.’ He was just staring at the bus, then looking at his wife behind the wheel…and she was singing, ‘The wheels on the bus go round and round over anyone who gets in my way!’ It was way creepy. Then bam.”
Bam, indeed. But what will happen from here? Will George replace his jello-on-a-slinky with an actual spine, and scream the truth about his hot mess of a daughter before the bus hits a speed bump? Will Mark Nejame and Tim Miller successfully commandeer the bus away from Cindy? How many more people can fit under one mediocre short bus?
Stay tuned to Egg Tree News for developments on this breaking story.
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Posted July 22, 2010 by eggtreenews
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Local fool George Anthony awoke with quite a start recently, when he opened his eyes and discovered he was pinned beneath the special-ed short bus driven by daughter Casey’s dimwitted murder defense team. The bus, lovingly deemed the “Turd Herd Mobile” by spectators familiar with the concept of ethics, has already attempted to run down numerous other innocents who had the misfortune of becoming involved with the homicidal harlot’s murder investigation. Among the casualties still stuck to the undercarriage: two pissed off squirrels, total stranger and Sawgrass Apartments viewer Zenaida Gonzales, ex-fiance and all around decent human being Jesse Grund and his father Richard, ex-BFF and personal ATM Amy Huizenga, and Roy Kronk, the small bladdered meter reader who had the audacity to call 911 after discovering baby Caylee’s duct-tape wrapped skull in a filthy piss-filled swamp near the Anthony’s home. Plastered to the bus’s grill (and refusing to say die as they climb up the cab to take care of business) is the dynamic duo of Tim Miller and Mark Nejame of TES.
“It was really weird,” said one witness who watched as George was mowed down. “It’s not even a real bus; its more like an ice cream truck with a bike horn, that can’t go more than about 5 MPH. He had plenty of time to get outta the way as the sad lil thing putt-putted toward him, but he just stood there in a daze like he was sleepwalking, with his finger up his nose, wearing a shirt that said, ‘I Covered Up My Grandaughter’s Murder and All I Got Were These Lousy Molestation Allegations.’ He was just staring at the bus, then looking at his wife behind the wheel…and she was singing, ‘The wheels on the bus go round and round over anyone who gets in my way!’ It was way creepy. Then bam.”
Bam, indeed. But what will happen from here? Will George replace his jello-on-a-slinky with an actual spine, and scream the truth about his hot mess of a daughter before the bus hits a speed bump? Will Mark Nejame and Tim Miller successfully commandeer the bus away from Cindy? How many more people can fit under one mediocre short bus?
Stay tuned to Egg Tree News for developments on this breaking story.
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Colossal Douchebag Throws Temper Tantrum
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Insufferable douchebag with a law license, Jose Baez, threw a great big noisy fuss yesterday on Facebook, when he destroyed his carefully crafted collage of uploaded personal photos in a fit of rage. The collage, a masterpiece of digital scrapbooking the likes of which this world has never seen, took years of arts and crafts time to assemble. Upon completion, the proud Hispanic Hero even graciously set his profile to “public” to share his artistic endeavors with the rest of humanity. However, it was all dismantled in a heartbeat, when Jose discovered that a group of sinister classmates were laughing at his publicly displayed photos just for $hits and giggles.
“I was on the jungle gym at recess when his meltdown started,” said one witness who wished to remain anonymous. “Jose was eating Ho-Ho’s in his shamrock onesy, and looking at nudey mags under the bleachers all alone like usual, when he heard people chuckling about his Facebook pics. Man, was he pissed off… He stormed onto the playground beating his chest like a bloated gorilla, with tears streaming down his cake-smeared face, threatening to tell the teacher.”
It was at this point, claims the witness, that things got even more disturbing. “Its like he channeled his inner Mel Gibson and went f*ing psycho; he kept panting, and shouting they were HIS private pics, and the other kids had no right to look at them without paying him, or at least blowing him. Just totally irrational stuff. Then he grabbed his ass cheeks and waddled off toward the bathroom, saying he would sue the entire school if he had to.”
After voiding his bowels in a hissy fit, and asking the nurse for a new pair of undies, Jose promptly returned to his laptop, face still beet red with fury, and announced over the school’s loudspeaker that he would be changing his Facebook profile to “Private,” thank you very much. And with the click of a button, the world was denied forevermore the fine art skills of Jose Baez. (Unless, of course, we’re honored with a personal invitation to his bachelor pad, where the hard copies of the photos in question are prominently displayed on his refrigerator door, next to Casey’s courtroom doodles. Holding them in place is Jose’s patented magnetic poetry kit, filled with nothing but ummmms and uhhhhhs).
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Insufferable douchebag with a law license, Jose Baez, threw a great big noisy fuss yesterday on Facebook, when he destroyed his carefully crafted collage of uploaded personal photos in a fit of rage. The collage, a masterpiece of digital scrapbooking the likes of which this world has never seen, took years of arts and crafts time to assemble. Upon completion, the proud Hispanic Hero even graciously set his profile to “public” to share his artistic endeavors with the rest of humanity. However, it was all dismantled in a heartbeat, when Jose discovered that a group of sinister classmates were laughing at his publicly displayed photos just for $hits and giggles.
“I was on the jungle gym at recess when his meltdown started,” said one witness who wished to remain anonymous. “Jose was eating Ho-Ho’s in his shamrock onesy, and looking at nudey mags under the bleachers all alone like usual, when he heard people chuckling about his Facebook pics. Man, was he pissed off… He stormed onto the playground beating his chest like a bloated gorilla, with tears streaming down his cake-smeared face, threatening to tell the teacher.”
It was at this point, claims the witness, that things got even more disturbing. “Its like he channeled his inner Mel Gibson and went f*ing psycho; he kept panting, and shouting they were HIS private pics, and the other kids had no right to look at them without paying him, or at least blowing him. Just totally irrational stuff. Then he grabbed his ass cheeks and waddled off toward the bathroom, saying he would sue the entire school if he had to.”
After voiding his bowels in a hissy fit, and asking the nurse for a new pair of undies, Jose promptly returned to his laptop, face still beet red with fury, and announced over the school’s loudspeaker that he would be changing his Facebook profile to “Private,” thank you very much. And with the click of a button, the world was denied forevermore the fine art skills of Jose Baez. (Unless, of course, we’re honored with a personal invitation to his bachelor pad, where the hard copies of the photos in question are prominently displayed on his refrigerator door, next to Casey’s courtroom doodles. Holding them in place is Jose’s patented magnetic poetry kit, filled with nothing but ummmms and uhhhhhs).
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Casey Anthony Circus Car Crashes, Injures Two Clowns
08/10/2010
OMG!
OMG!
OMG!
Breaking news…just coming across the wire! In what was described as a near fatal car wreck…
After reading their latest motion, I almost called 911. Really! I couldn’t breathe!
What is turning into, what could become, the pissing match of the decade, Mr. Baez and Mr. Mason have outdone themselves in childish foot stomping and making fisties! I am embarrassed for two grown men and ‘supposed’ lawyers to be behaving like this and I so wish I could be in chambers when Judge Perry reads their latest piffle!
The clowns have filed RESPONSE TO MOTION TO QUASH THE COURT’S ORDER ON DEFENDANT’S APPLICATION FOR SUBPOENA DUCES TECUM FOR THE DOCUMENTS IN THE POSSESSION OF TEXAS EQUUSEARCH BASED ON BAD FAITH in response to Mark NeJame’s motion accusing Anthony’s defense of acting in “bad faith” in trying to access information about volunteers with the group.
It goes beyond the pale and oversteps the boundaries of professional decorum.
The clowns tell Judge Belvin Perry that nothing Mr. NeJame said is true and that NeJame is only looking for fame and glory and NeJame tried to convince Cindy and George to fire Casey’s original clown, blah, blah, blah.
Oh yeah, there isn’t a single legal citation! What a shock, eh?
A few of the priceless nuggets of drivel:
It is apparent that counsel for TES has chosen to not understand the clear and direct theories of defense with respect to his client’s “searching” for the victim. This is really a simple proposition that everyone else seems to grasp.
Uhhh, no, not really everyone grasps wth you are doing!
… if there is evidence of the searches of the area revealing the absence of the remains, then the discovery proves, conclusively, that somebody else had to put the remains there. While this does not necessarily mean that the Defendant was in no way involved in the death of the child (by whatever manner and means), it certainly raises a substantial reasonable doubt as to her culpability.
Say what?…does not necessarily mean that the Defendant was in no way involved in the death…
After the Defense theory emerged, based on information received from Buchanan and Jordan, the State and apparently TES, in tandem, evolved a position that the remains were there, but simply underwater…
Those of you, who have complete and utter faith in Jordan and Buchanan, press your true buzzers now!
… contrary to the bald assertions without justification by TES counsel, the Defense is not remotely interested in “harassing” any witness. All that we want to do is be able to call the identified persons to ask them whether or not they searched the specific area…
Say, would the calls be deemed harassment by the recipients?
With respect to the repeated and somewhat scandalous assertions by TES counsel, the truth of the matter of what happened in the inspection is set forth in attached Affidavit of defense counsel, Mason. See Exhibit “A”. TES counsel, NeJame, was not even present.
Uh, but his staff sure as heck was!
When the review of the other 2 began, somehow, “mysteriously”, local news media (Channel 6 news reporter with cameraman) appeared in the TES lawyer’s private conference reception room and were seen to be surreptitiously filming your undersigned counsel’s efforts to review files.
And how many of you remember that film being aired??? We must have watched it over and over, all the while snickering!
Mr. Mark Nejame first became indirectly involved with this case, when he solicited the Defendant’s family for representation. See Exhibit “B”.
Upon immediately being retained he (NeJame) felt his client’s interests were best served by going on an all out media blitz.
Pot calling the kettle black!
Nejame made constant attempts to interfere with the undersigned’s (Baez)representation of Ms. Anthony by attempting to convince her parents to fire the undersigned and to hire him. See Exhibit “C”.
Okie dokie, sure, uh huh, yuppers, I always believe EVERYTHING Cindy says!
Exhibit “D” also contains information that it has become clear that Texas Equusearch knowingly sent a Journalist to cover one of the searches on Suburban drive, thereby debunking their shameful arguments that the Texas Equusearch Volunteers somehow had an expectation to privacy.
I remember the very tight restriction of information that Lohr had to abide by, don’t you?
Oh, I could just go on and on, but I can’t breathe again!
Really, you must read the motion and the all the attachments.
No, really!
Guaranteed you will be saying, “OMG! I can’t breathe! Somebody call an ambulance!”
My sincerest apologies to clowns everywhere!
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Pillpopping Dingbat Takes Up Creative Writing
Posted August 11, 2010 by eggtreenews
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The world of literature received a special gift indeed last week, when local whackjob and pillpopper Cindy Anthony thoughtfully squirted a collection of creative writing masterpieces all over humanity. The project, titled “Soundtrack to a Brainfry,” is a veritable smorgasbord of Grade A Anthony Bull$hit, and has been hailed by critics nationwide as one of the most imaginative works ever to grace American literitaure, even outshining daughter Casey’s now legendary 2008 release, the award winning “Portrait of the Kidnapper as an Invisible Nanny.”
“I didn’t think anyone could stretch their imagination any further than Casey, but Cindy really went all out with this one,” said one critic from Orlando’s ‘Daily Bull$hit Buffet and Crapfest.’ “I have to hand it to her, she’s taken storytelling to new heights; the bar has been reset frighteningly high for all future writers. Aspiring authors will undoubtedly now dabble with prescription meds and alcohol hoping to fuel their creativity a la Cindy.”
Most impressive, according to critics and bewildered readers, is Cindy’s seemingly fearless journey into the illogical and surreal corners of the human mind, where paradoxical parallel universes and coded riddles rule supreme over Oxycontin rafts floating atop a margarita sea under pink gum clouds while ashore lay a vast wasteland of vicodin trees and pet hammers and Puerto Rican drug dealers who wanna kill babies and a flimsy bendable obstacle in the space time continuum called “reality” threatens all sacred delusions and morals are the arch enemy.
Or something to that effect.
However, Cindy’s ability to untether herself from her inner Jiminy Cricket and allow her creative spirit to roam buck nekkid through the wilderness has left many scholars simultaneously awestruck and alarmed. Said one reader, “After I read her collection, I kinda had to slap myself in the face a couple times, and take a BIG step back. A couple shots of whiskey later, I came outta the rabbit hole, and was finally able to get my bearings. The power of her writing to suck ya into another dimension is really awesome; its the mark of a genuinely talented storyteller. But dang, that dingbat is one loose mother f***ing cannon…”
Autographed copies of Anthony’s collection are available (for the right price) through new ABC publishing affiliate, The CMA Printing Press and Tattoo Fund. (Some or all proceeds may or may not go to Cindy’s shamrock tramp stamp).
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Posted August 11, 2010 by eggtreenews
-Orlando, FL
The world of literature received a special gift indeed last week, when local whackjob and pillpopper Cindy Anthony thoughtfully squirted a collection of creative writing masterpieces all over humanity. The project, titled “Soundtrack to a Brainfry,” is a veritable smorgasbord of Grade A Anthony Bull$hit, and has been hailed by critics nationwide as one of the most imaginative works ever to grace American literitaure, even outshining daughter Casey’s now legendary 2008 release, the award winning “Portrait of the Kidnapper as an Invisible Nanny.”
“I didn’t think anyone could stretch their imagination any further than Casey, but Cindy really went all out with this one,” said one critic from Orlando’s ‘Daily Bull$hit Buffet and Crapfest.’ “I have to hand it to her, she’s taken storytelling to new heights; the bar has been reset frighteningly high for all future writers. Aspiring authors will undoubtedly now dabble with prescription meds and alcohol hoping to fuel their creativity a la Cindy.”
Most impressive, according to critics and bewildered readers, is Cindy’s seemingly fearless journey into the illogical and surreal corners of the human mind, where paradoxical parallel universes and coded riddles rule supreme over Oxycontin rafts floating atop a margarita sea under pink gum clouds while ashore lay a vast wasteland of vicodin trees and pet hammers and Puerto Rican drug dealers who wanna kill babies and a flimsy bendable obstacle in the space time continuum called “reality” threatens all sacred delusions and morals are the arch enemy.
Or something to that effect.
However, Cindy’s ability to untether herself from her inner Jiminy Cricket and allow her creative spirit to roam buck nekkid through the wilderness has left many scholars simultaneously awestruck and alarmed. Said one reader, “After I read her collection, I kinda had to slap myself in the face a couple times, and take a BIG step back. A couple shots of whiskey later, I came outta the rabbit hole, and was finally able to get my bearings. The power of her writing to suck ya into another dimension is really awesome; its the mark of a genuinely talented storyteller. But dang, that dingbat is one loose mother f***ing cannon…”
Autographed copies of Anthony’s collection are available (for the right price) through new ABC publishing affiliate, The CMA Printing Press and Tattoo Fund. (Some or all proceeds may or may not go to Cindy’s shamrock tramp stamp).
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“Soundtrack To a Brainfry:” The Lost Chapters
Posted November 4, 2010 by eggtreenews
Orlando, FL - Everyone remember to thank your lucky stars at the Thanksgiving table this month, because local pillpopping gremlin Cindy Anthony has blessed the world of literature once again with the release of two lost chapters to her masterpiece, “Soundtrack To A Brainfry.” And these marvels of wordsmithery have Nobel Prize written ALL over them. Or at least their very own section of praise in the critically acclaimed DSM-V, due out soon. This rambling, whirling dervish of tomfoolery is one HOT mess. And in this clever marketing ploy, Cindy uses the “lost” chapters to further peel away the layers of insanity within the Anthony tribe, exposing the mangled, twisted dingbat at its core. We’re talkin full. On. Anthony. Lunacy. Dig it.
It’s apparent Cindy diligently studied a copy of fellow pillpopper Courtney Love’s “Guide to Spelling and Etiquette” before embarking on this creative journey. Or maybe she just follows her on Twitter. Whatever the case, Cindy can barely spell her own name, and thrashes around in all kinds of alphabet-soup-style nonsense, and sounds like she just snorted a few lines of oxycontin too many. Courtney would be proud. Maybe they can start a new riot grrrrrrrl band together. Babydoll dresses and barrettes galore! Cindy can break guitars with her pet hammer Fluffy.
Anyway, here’s the first missing chapter in its entirety. Spoiler alert: she waxes both political and religious. That’s right, Our Lady of Big League Chew (and a little crime scene tampering and a lot of lying) talks God and Communism in this first gem. Double whammy. She’s kickin down doors all over the place…
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Posted November 4, 2010 by eggtreenews
Orlando, FL - Everyone remember to thank your lucky stars at the Thanksgiving table this month, because local pillpopping gremlin Cindy Anthony has blessed the world of literature once again with the release of two lost chapters to her masterpiece, “Soundtrack To A Brainfry.” And these marvels of wordsmithery have Nobel Prize written ALL over them. Or at least their very own section of praise in the critically acclaimed DSM-V, due out soon. This rambling, whirling dervish of tomfoolery is one HOT mess. And in this clever marketing ploy, Cindy uses the “lost” chapters to further peel away the layers of insanity within the Anthony tribe, exposing the mangled, twisted dingbat at its core. We’re talkin full. On. Anthony. Lunacy. Dig it.
It’s apparent Cindy diligently studied a copy of fellow pillpopper Courtney Love’s “Guide to Spelling and Etiquette” before embarking on this creative journey. Or maybe she just follows her on Twitter. Whatever the case, Cindy can barely spell her own name, and thrashes around in all kinds of alphabet-soup-style nonsense, and sounds like she just snorted a few lines of oxycontin too many. Courtney would be proud. Maybe they can start a new riot grrrrrrrl band together. Babydoll dresses and barrettes galore! Cindy can break guitars with her pet hammer Fluffy.
Anyway, here’s the first missing chapter in its entirety. Spoiler alert: she waxes both political and religious. That’s right, Our Lady of Big League Chew (and a little crime scene tampering and a lot of lying) talks God and Communism in this first gem. Double whammy. She’s kickin down doors all over the place…
Read more: http://eggtreenews.wordpress.com/2010/11/04/soundtrack-to-a-brainfry-the-lost-chapters/
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