Trying to tie up a few loose ends this week and wanted to touch on the anti-climatic ending to a story posted here previously entitled “Good Luck“–
Too bad for us that you will not get ass raped a few hundred times Mr. Lay. However, kudos to you for timing your death perfectly as I am sure you got to live it up a bit over the last few years leading up to your inevitable conviction. I bet he was eating T-bone steaks and foie gras (not in Chicago) every night the last few years just waiting for the big one ala Fred G. Sanford to cath up. The question I have now is whether Jeff Skilling will be his Lamont “You Big Dummy” Sanford or suffer from a heart attack himself.