Poison Is Queen
And in questionable circumstances news:
A Utah woman was convicted on Monday of aggravated murder after poisoning her husband with fentanyl and then self-publishing a children’s book about coping with grief.
Today’s word is ballsy.
Prosecutors said [Kouri Richins] was $4.5m in debt and falsely believed that when her husband died, she would inherit his estate worth more than $4m. They also said she was planning a future with another man she was seeing on the side.
Richins was also convicted of other felonies, including an attempted murder charge in what authorities alleged was another effort to poison her husband weeks earlier on Valentine’s Day with a fentanyl-laced sandwich that made him black out.
Apparently, the house cleaner was scoring the pills.
The internet search history from Richins’ phone included “what is a lethal.dose.of.fetanayl,” “luxury prisons for the rich America” and “if someone is poisned (sic) what does it go down on the death certificate as,” a digital forensic analyst testified.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
Tit for tat.
They already thought of that. Many “charitable” non-profits are heavily funded by government grants, thus getting around the pesky issue of your consent.
Ladies, is this true?
Of course. My day of data wrangling isn’t complete without a stop to pose in a leather mini, hooker heels, and a bad wig.
Oddly, one thing you don’t see much anymore on real women at the office is pantyhose, even on older women who could use them. On the rare formal occasion where I have to wear a skirt, nude support hose is essential, as my mongrel Indigenous European flesh fairly glows in the dark it’s so pale.
I rock my farmer’s tan though – arms darker than HRH Markle’s nose.
Highly Rebarbative Ho?