Michael Jaime vs Lisa Jaime

I’ll tell you what: First time I heard Michael Jaime speak, I didn’t like him much. But then his skankwife Lisa, who went to Vegas and posted pix of herself “booty dancing with guys in Vegas” on Myspace.
And then skankwife Lisa — nicknamed “MIA,” not for the singer, but the military connotation — had the nerve to complain about Michael spending his money on marijuana. “I have a prescription, your honor!” he proclaimed. The doctor should’ve prescribed something stronger fo’sho. (Fun fact: He got the script after hurting his knee.) It devolved into a conversation about whether he’d smoke up whether he had the script or not. He thanked “my President!” Obama for loosening the weed laws.
Narc bitch. Thought she’d sully his good name, man.
Best skankwife Lisa — as a side note, she should’ve used a mirror when drawing her eyebrows on before the cameras arrived — can come up with is when they went to dinner one time, he was hitting on a bartendress. That, and how he hasn’t found a job during the recession. Don’t think that makes up for bootydancing, do you?
What an ugly-souled tattle tale, this Lisa. And bitch Michael ain’t much better. I’d need an Ecstasy script to even talk to either of ’em. So, if you know any doctors who offer such services, by all means, I’d appreciate a referral. For story purposes. Jeez!