Has that excuse ever worked?
I wonder if Tiffany was a hairdresser.
Drunk as a skunk. The field sobriety tests (SFT’s) were probably funny to watch.
Does Fl have an 11-99 foundation?
Maybe Nancy knows.
She’s ready for a night on the town if you ask me.
Cocaine in a steady supply paced with drinking keeps you going strong. Run out of cocaine and the drunk shows up. She appears to be prepared and very experienced. Emphasis on experienced.
Three times the legal limit isn’t what is used to be. Now you need 4 times the legal limit to really be impressive.
3 times the leagl limit?! HA!
I have a brother that regularly gets caught at 4 times the legal limit.
Just waiting for the late-night phone call advising me of his death. I’ve done all I can do.
Come on down to Florida, I got somethin’ for ya
We could see the kilos or the Keys, baby, oh yeah
a small bag with “trace amounts” of a white powder substance in Novak’s bra, reportedly stuck to her left breast,
= = =
32A, or 44DD
It makes a difference.
And as nasty a location as this probably was, there are even worse places that people hide illegal drugs. Consider that before you partake in same.
For democrats this is the new normal citizen in America now.
Hunter is driving again.
Tiffanys are usually ranked pretty high on the hot side of the hot/crazy matrix, but this one is an exception.
I ain’t slept in seven days, haven’t ate in three
Methamphetamine has got a damn good hold of me
My tweaker friends have got me to the point of no return
I just took the lighter to the bulb and watched it burn
This life of sin has got me in
Well it’s got me back in prison once again
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got twenty long years for some dust in a baggie
Well if I would have listened to what Mom and Papa said
I wouldn’t be locked up in prison, troubled in the head
I took that little pop and sucked until my mind was spun
I got twenty years to sit and think of what I’ve done
This life of sin has got me in
Well it’s got me back in prison once again
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got twenty long years for some dust in a baggie
Sometimes I sit and wonder where my little life went wrong
These old jailhouse blues have got me singing this old song
My life is a disaster, Lord and I feel so ashamed
In here where they call by a number, not a name
This life of sin has got me in
Well it’s got me back in prison once again
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got twenty long years for some dust in a baggie
I used my only phone call to contact my daddy
I got twenty long years for some dust in a baggie