Let the white-trash carnival continue! Under the tent today, we have Drew Walton, whose wife Heather says he likes playing softball more than being with her. And Heather Walton, whose husband Drew says he came home early one day and found her rolling around in their backyard-grass with another man. The trailer parking continues:
Drew...
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Q: What happened when Monique Anthony helped put Terrence Lancaster through college?
A: He came home with a degree … and a pregnant girlfriend.
Ba-dum-bump!
Seems as if Terrence didn’t much like the fact that she was stripping and that “my wife is a cheater and, she’s a cheater.” Education costs notwithstanding, it seems as if things...
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Talk about a bad way to go out: Risha Hill accuses husband Eugene Hill of being Mr. Snooper so Eugene Hill accuses wife Risha Hill of being a cheater. And I accuse them both of bringing some run-of-the-mill, boredom-incarnate smack up into Judge Lynn Toler’s courtroom. So what I’m'a gon’ do is pick out...
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I don’t remember when the case was that left me all fixated on how a chick gradually got hotter the crazier her parents made her sound. But I recall offering her up as the hottest Divorce Court chick (along with the one that dropped 100-some pounds.) Well, throw that all out the window.
This Carrie...
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I know what you’re thinking and let me tell you: This Samuel Jackson is no Jules Winnfield. But he does seem to think God is on his side in his endeavors. Now, Kimberly, she says she wants to leave because Samuel’s a neat freak who questions her down to how she does the dishes....
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Whoa Nellie, if this one was in front of an all-white jury …
White woman says black man, who questions the paternity of two of their children, tried to choke her death? Day-um, we’re talking some Carl Lee Hailey shit right there. Chris Farrow, now he says wifey-poo Becky got real lazy and couch-bound after...
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If I may speak for Bettie and Richard Fulton, we wish you a happy MLK Jr. Day. King had a dream, and if I read history books accurately, it’s that Divorce Court itself would exist. Take the Fultons, for example.
Richard Fulton doesn’t think Bettie Fulton’s friends are attractive humans. He also, when bride went...
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Man oh man, good end to the week of Divorce Court, with back-to-back decent-looking broads. Sorry, did I say broads? I mean dames. And, I feel compelled to point out that the middle of Jennifer’s top lip seems malformed and since the front teeth seem fake, I have a feeling she’s got some street...
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What follows is an open letter to Scott Marshall on behalf of not only his pretty-hot-wife Deseree, but for men, women and tweeners everywhere. To wit:
Dear Scott Marshall,
What happened in your life to make you such a blind fucking douchebag lush? I mean, dude, seriously, did an aunt beat the living crap out of...
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I’ll be honest wit all y’all: Minute I laid eyes on Janice Norman, I thought of that scene in New Jack City when Chris Rock is in an alley with a fellow crackhead who vehemently maintains that she was “the prom queen of (I think it was) Jefferson High.” But Chris, he don’t see...
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