Dyleski's Mom Crying Ping
Oh, boo hoo. *I'm crying because I can't remember anything because I usually take my thyroid medicine to help me not forget, but I forgot to take it.*
Great barking moonbats, Robin! Ye gods and little fishes, this lady *do* take the cake. That's right, she co-owned the tea room with Kim and said she was a baker - that she went and worked in a bakery somewhere else after she got kicked out of the Curiel household. Or did she? Yeah, yeah, that's the ticket. Maybe it was her sister's bakery.
Now she's a seamstress, in her latest DNA activation! She cooks, she sews, she's the June Cleaver of Hunsaker Canyon. Poor Beave, he's gonna need some brownies, I think, when this is all over with.
Knife? What knife? Have never seen that knife in my life. Oh, that knife? It was in my purse, but I don't know how it got there. Maybe it was in a red backpack. Or maybe in a blue duffel bag. I can't remember! Where did you get that? I thought I burned it!
Note to self: Next time, burn *everything.*
Shoes? What shoes? Oh, *those* shoes. Yeah, they're Scott's. *waaahhhh* *sob*
I never thought I'd be saying, "Bring on the coroner!" However ....
"Bring on the coroner!"
Gonna be scary when they match that hawkbill blade with the cuts on Pamela. It has these little notches ... tune in tomorrow - er, Monday ... for "As the Canyon Turns." Who will Ibrahim Scott al-Dyleski terrorize next?