In what has got to be one of the most open and shut cases of a true and utter waste of space on the planet, the trial of Chante Mallard for hitting a homeless man and leaving him to die stuck in her WINDSHIELD, has begun. She has, amazingly enough, plead not guilty.
This sick idiot bitch ran into the guy, he was launched head first through her windshield. She panicked, drove home, parked her car in the garage and left the guy there to die. It took him two days to bleed to death. TWO DAYS that he was in agony and she didn't do anything. Nothing at all except panic. Nice work.
She's not up for the death penalty but there's no reason this walking piece of shit should be allowed to live. She was admittedly drunk and on drugs, admittedly drove while fucked up and killed a man because of it. I'm sorry but she's got no rights anymore. Convict her, throw her in a dark room and throw away the key.
I'm thoroughly sickened by what she did and then what she didn't do over the next 48 hours in which a simple phone call would have saved his life. And now this dumb bitch is going to sit in a jail cell for the rest of her life and feel sorry for herself. She should feel nothing but the deepest remorse at being born without a conscience and should kill herself and save the taxpayers the burden of caring for her worthless self.
And on to lighter fare.
Another Cartoon Tease Fest
Pam Anderson is Stripperella and, for more in depth news about the cartoon, Sneak Peeks: Stripperella
But don't worry, there's no nudity. Just impossibly oversized breasts and thinner plot lines than her prominent g-string.
Want to check out a strip (comic) or two? Stripperella to the Rescue
Stripperella on the Case and Stripperella: What Thong to Wear? (yeah, yeah, I made the titles up for kicks).
I wonder if Kid Rock's pissed off because he wrote and recorded the theme song and ole' Pammy's gone running back to Tommy Lee and his oversized phallus? Pam and Kid Rock Splitsville
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