The St. Pete Times has a story about a Florida man who finally got to meet his pen pal -- a woman who'd been serving time in prison. (For escape, though she previously did time for coke possession and prostitution.) Like all pen pals, they immediately holed up in a motel with some beer. Heartbreak in 3 ... 2 ...
Around 10 p.m., Jones told the man she was going out to his car to get a case of beer. After awhile, the man went to check on her.
"She was gone. His car was gone," said Capt. Jeffrey Harrington of the New Port Richey Police Department.
"The beer was gone."


If you can't trust a cocaine addicted prostitute who escaped from prison....who can you trust?
Posted by: G | Friday, January 22, 2010 at 09:36 AM
The thrill is gone
the thrill has gone away
the thrill is gone, baby
the thrill is gone away
Posted by: B. B. Kingofbeers | Friday, January 22, 2010 at 09:37 AM
"The beer was gone." What a sad tale.
That chick has had a rough 49 years. She looks old enough to be my grandma... Actually, my grandma is 82 and a whole lot better looking and less wrinkly than that.
Posted by: Jellybean | Friday, January 22, 2010 at 09:43 AM
This guy is giving the term moron a bad reputation.
Posted by: cripjak | Friday, January 22, 2010 at 10:15 AM
Baby baby if you gonna leave,
Take the beer, but leave the p***y PLEASE!
Or the other way around works too.
Thanks to the late great Richard Pryor for the inspiration.
Posted by: doggydaddy | Friday, January 22, 2010 at 11:15 AM
that dude should have been the one running...im about to puke
Posted by: scum | Friday, January 22, 2010 at 11:58 AM