I DID NOT CAUSE THE GREAT CRUXFORUMS CRASH OF THE SUMMER OF 2013 View attachment 534704 And no one can prove that I did! I will never confess to a crime I never committed, even if tortured and threatened with crucifixion!
Too late, you have (without admitting guilt) been convicted and sentenced...
Barb’s crucifixion is scheduled for the third weekend after her sentencing mainly to have time to sell tickets to the event and accommodate RR Video Productions to advertise its pay-per-view package.
I am brought to a rented obsolete prison where the warden informed me I would be subjected to yet another very invasive cavity search. I practically whine saying I have nothing on (obviously) or in me to no avail.
Afterward I am literally man-handled by a huge black guard that would give Gunner a run for money past cells with paint flaking from their bars. Let’s not go into how I know, OK? I look up at him and ask “Do you think doing this to me makes you more of a man?”
“You’ll find out soon enough what makes me a man, white bitch!”
I think I should have kept my mouth shut because…
The next morning I wake to footsteps approaching the foul-smelling cell I have spent the night in trying to sleep on a metal bunk without even a blanket much less a pad and my wrist cuffed behind my back. With a loud clang the door is unlocked and some dyke drags me out of the hellhole. I sarcastically ask if I am being upgraded to a nicer suite. She says “You are heading to death row.”
I am loaded into a van in all sorts of irons. At least the damn seat is padded. After A long drive the van stops and with some encouragement by the guard pulling the chain attached to my collar. I wobble out of the windowless van into the bright sunlight squinting wondering where I am.
I look around and think ‘what the hell am I doing at the Tree house?’
I walk onto the deck and see Tree hasn’t slowed down his drinking or smoking. I’m a bit cold and ask if I allowed clothing and bar privileges.
“You know where the guest room is and the bar never closes” Tree says. I go to the guest room andtake the first shower I have had in days. I put on not only the tank top and jeans but a bra that I left here years before. I walk onto the deck and pour a glass of my favorite wine and grab a pack of Madame Wu’s. Tree saw or knew what I going to do and tosses me a THT Zippo lighter.
“Until it is time for your crucifixion you are free to do what you want. You can do what you want and have people over” Tree tells me.
“Except” I ask accusingly.
“You cannot leave the estate” Tree replies. If you try you will be caught and when you are caught you will wish you were back in the rented obsolete prison.”
He says it in a way that leaves no doubt he means it…
With all the nice things that have happened here... Judge Admi allowing your Alford plea so you didn't have to plea guilty for a lighter sentence, Joan's (and Tree's) father revealing the treachery of Joan's loaded die that would have led to your certain death and Joan's subsequent arrest, Tree allowing free reign of the Tree estate and offering you clothing... all you can do is complain about the weather (it is 81F as I type).
And I wasn't sniffing your bra! I do that with your 'kinis I keep in my room!!!