“Janice went to Vegas three weeks ago with her girlfriends,” Todd calmly explained. “I didn’t think much of it at the time. Girls will be girls, right? Wrong.”
A chance rummaging through his wife’s purse made it clear that, occasionally, girls will be more than just girls. They will be girls-on-girls or even girls-on-black dudes.
“I was like, holy shit! Is that Janice with a giant, velvety, black cock in her mouth? I couldn’t fucking believe it. The guy was huge! What was I supposed to do after seeing that, let it slide? Pretend I never saw it? She kisses our children with that black cock-sucking mouth.”
Janice, in her defense, claims innocence by reason of intoxication, a plea the family courts aren’t likely to accept unfortunately, especially considering one key “character witness” is shown in the same series of photographs enjoying a “Hot Carl” and another is shown receiving a rim-job by one of Las Vegas’ many Elvis impersonators.
The Ledger will be following this story closely. Perhaps too closely.
