Oh, I forgot about Nicki Clyne, the wifey of Allison Mack, but WHO wants to bring up a sham marriage?
Never trouble trouble until trouble troubles you! Hahaha. ICE, ICE, bébé.
Some of the DOS Tweety birds are too busy worrying about poor Keithy-Weethie to even remember who shtupped who, after all of these exciting years, years of trying to not to miss having sex with anyone but Creepboy.
These women are far too spiritually, sexually and mentally advanced to need to be intruded upon by crimes and misdemeanors. Even today, none of them is ready to ask “Where was Lorena Bobbitt when we needed her?”
Here’s the marital scoop re: Nicki and Allison. “You mean we got married? Oh, come on. That was just one of the Vanguard’s ritual ceremonies. What sham marriage?”
Why, oh, why did those mean law enforcement types have to go and mention it?
Poor, poor Keitthy- Weethie. A dickhead who came ahead of his time, disseminating his Keith Mart Blue Light special human papillomavirus.
But at least Allison might’ve learned something from Nikki before all hell broke loose in Cultville. She learned that sister wives suck, big time. Yet another tool in her belt for prison life.
By the way, if Mack does her time in the Victorville women’s prison, she will be lucky, relatively speaking. That women’s prison isn’t overly populated. It is not much worse than being in a small, economically deprived sorority with too many scheduled, parental inspections from the staff.
Probably the only thing that could knock Allison’s socks off out in the lower Mojave would be an earthquake.