You call this a crime? You should have seen her quick-ball-change at the Little Miss Snowflake pageant!
Things Mrs. Patsy Ramsey, formerly of Boulder, CO, said to the police that morning
by Anonymous | reply 329 | February 23, 2023 9:36 AM |
A dingo ate my baby!
by Anonymous | reply 1 | June 11, 2015 12:03 PM |
Officier, please settle this disagreement I'm having with my blind hubby. Wouldn't anyone with eyes agree that whoever wrote this ransom notes has lovely penmanship?
by Anonymous | reply 2 | June 11, 2015 12:08 PM |
You always lose the thing you love most. And then, something like this happens, too.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | June 11, 2015 12:09 PM |
She just wouldn't drink her go-go juice.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | June 11, 2015 12:17 PM |
Why would someone hurt my baby? Well, other than forgetting to change key on the bridge to the Good Ship Lollipop, after she'd been told and told and told!
by Anonymous | reply 5 | June 11, 2015 12:21 PM |
Possible motives? Like I have that kind of time!
by Anonymous | reply 6 | June 11, 2015 12:24 PM |
Yes, it is sad. But I take no small consolation in knowing her best years were behind her.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | June 11, 2015 12:40 PM |
Is this going to take long? Please let me know if I have to change my hair appointment. Now that would be tragic. It's hell to get in there without an appointment well in advance.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | June 11, 2015 2:08 PM |
On the bright side, I can still return those tap shoes.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | June 11, 2015 2:42 PM |
Foreign FACTION, not fraction, you idiot! Jesus on the Cross, can't you even read what I, ur, THEY wrote?
by Anonymous | reply 10 | June 11, 2015 2:50 PM |
I'll never forget this morning. Unless I have an herbal wrap this afternoon.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | June 11, 2015 3:11 PM |
Oh goodness, not more of that! Let's find something cheerful talk about. Like plaids!
by Anonymous | reply 12 | June 11, 2015 3:24 PM |
You know what would be fun? If I did a holiday-themed cardigan fashion show for everyone! Let's!
by Anonymous | reply 13 | June 11, 2015 3:26 PM |
That strangled neck is just screaming for a pert scarf!
by Anonymous | reply 14 | June 11, 2015 3:59 PM |
She was Daddy's little girl. And by girl, I mean whore.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | June 11, 2015 4:00 PM |
Yes, the kidnappers said they would kill her if I called the police. Well, I don't negotiate with terrorists! Good work on getting that crime scene tape up.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | June 11, 2015 4:06 PM |
Just wait for the new DL format.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | June 11, 2015 4:22 PM |
A true hostess is revealed in the unexpected touches, so I potpourried the crime scene. You're welcome!
by Anonymous | reply 18 | June 11, 2015 5:00 PM |
If the Lord Jesus only gave me the power to bring my baby back from the dead, I'd almost use it.
by Anonymous | reply 19 | June 11, 2015 5:01 PM |
OK, funny story . . .
by Anonymous | reply 20 | June 11, 2015 5:01 PM |
Yes, that is an interesting question, but I'm afraid we're going to have continue this when John and I get back from Maui! After last night, this gal needs a vacay!
by Anonymous | reply 21 | June 11, 2015 7:32 PM |
Oh my! I said the same thing years ago. Who names their son Fleet?
by Anonymous | reply 22 | June 11, 2015 8:01 PM |
Too soon, OP.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | June 11, 2015 8:09 PM |
The snow was so white that morning...
by Anonymous | reply 24 | June 11, 2015 8:20 PM |
Oh my God! Oh my dear Lord Jesus Christ! God in Heaven, wipe my precious eyes! I can't bear to see this! It don't wish to remember anything so gruesome. Like her "Salome on Skates" at the Miss Pintsize Boulder-at-Large pageant!
by Anonymous | reply 25 | June 11, 2015 8:23 PM |
And then John laid her on the floor. And not for the first time.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | June 11, 2015 8:24 PM |
I'm confused. The girl died in 1996. The mother in 2006. It's 2015. Why is this even interesting?
by Anonymous | reply 27 | June 11, 2015 8:29 PM |
[quote]Lost
You're not only lost, you're tedious.
by Anonymous | reply 28 | June 11, 2015 8:33 PM |
If her chain smoking didn't kill her, then it's gotta be cirrhosis.
by Anonymous | reply 29 | June 11, 2015 8:37 PM |
Some of these are so fucking hilarious. I can't even compete. I salute u all above me.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | June 11, 2015 8:37 PM |
[quote] quick-ball-change
Oh, dear
by Anonymous | reply 31 | June 11, 2015 8:47 PM |
Whenever a sparrow of the Lord passes, I always wonder what they did to rub Him the wrong way. Except this time. I know what it was. Coffee?
by Anonymous | reply 32 | June 11, 2015 8:50 PM |
Oh my God, she's been dead since yesterday.....probably.....maybe....perhaps...
by Anonymous | reply 33 | June 11, 2015 9:13 PM |
I want to remember her just like this. Dead.
by Anonymous | reply 34 | June 11, 2015 9:28 PM |
My son takes after his father, so G-d knows WHAT happened that night!
by Anonymous | reply 35 | June 11, 2015 9:28 PM |
I am dreading the funeral. No mother likes to bury her child. Not when her favorite St. John suit was destroyed by the careless dry cleaners.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | June 11, 2015 9:31 PM |
Is there any way you can put her on ice and let us pick this up later? There's a good detective. Say, are you going past the airport?
by Anonymous | reply 37 | June 11, 2015 10:50 PM |
In my heart, she will always be the little girl before I bleached her hair. Before she stole my man. Harlot -- I mean, heart -- lots of breaking right now, yes?.
by Anonymous | reply 38 | June 11, 2015 11:13 PM |
Just like her to ruin Christmas.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | June 11, 2015 11:16 PM |
I just keep telling myself that one day, one day, one day, we will finally be able to laugh about this. Probably, tomorrow.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | June 11, 2015 11:25 PM |
lol, R40!
by Anonymous | reply 41 | June 11, 2015 11:31 PM |
Oh Sweet Baby Jesus! Help me, dear Lord Jesus! Are you trying to tell me that I'm going to have to re-write my entire fucking family Christmas newsletter?
Because if you are, let me just tell you that mo-fo train has LEFT the MOTHER-FUCKING STATION. I have already dropped my god dammed family Christmas newsletter off at the printer and Consuela has already addressed 400 envelopes by fucking Mexican hand!
Tell me, Detective..excuse me, it is "Detective" isn't it? Because you are about to "detect" my Louboutin heel up your fat, greasy policeman's asshole if you think I am going to revise or delay MY FAMILY'S MOTHER-FUCKIN CHRISTMAS NEWSLETTER! Do you even have A fucking clue how hard it will be to spin this when Bitsy Montgomery-Thorne sent her family Christmas newsletter out TWO goddamned weeks ago while HER FAMILY vacationed in St. Kitts?
by Anonymous | reply 42 | June 12, 2015 1:12 AM |
Don't try and grow a brain, detective.
by Anonymous | reply 43 | June 12, 2015 1:21 AM |
And I do not even want to think about that stain on my carpet...
by Anonymous | reply 44 | June 12, 2015 1:22 AM |
[post redacted because linking to dailymail.co.uk clearly indicates that the poster is either a troll or an idiot (probably both, honestly.) Our advice is that you just ignore this poster but whatever you do, don't click on any link to this putrid rag.]
by Anonymous | reply 45 | June 12, 2015 1:29 AM |
Before you go detective, I'd like to give you a token of our appreciation for being so kind and unobservant. Just let me run to the gift closet.
Here you go. Perhaps your daughter would enjoy this.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | June 12, 2015 1:38 AM |
...and I do so hope I didn't sound too harsh a moment ago, Detective. You know children! They can wear on one, the little scamps...
by Anonymous | reply 47 | June 12, 2015 1:41 AM |
Oh, dear, this reminds me of the funniest thing that happened at a pageant one time...
by Anonymous | reply 48 | June 12, 2015 1:43 AM |
Perspective, please. Patsy only killed *one* child.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | June 12, 2015 2:02 AM |
Enemies? Oh good heavens, where are my manners?
I have not even given you all a tour of the pageant trophy room yet.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | June 12, 2015 2:03 AM |
Ha, Ha. That is so true R49! (Says the girl who choked in the Interview Competition and went with the "some black dude" excuse.)
Now tell me, Susan. How many pageants did you win?
by Anonymous | reply 51 | June 12, 2015 2:05 AM |
This is going to to take all day. It's late afternoon and they still haven't found her. John, would you just take the police down to the basement? They're never going to find her on their own.
by Anonymous | reply 52 | June 12, 2015 2:10 AM |
Jesus H. Christ! I told you we should've left a trail of donuts down to her body....
by Anonymous | reply 53 | June 12, 2015 2:13 AM |
I let JonBenet go with love. Tough love.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | June 12, 2015 2:14 AM |
My daughter's timing is once again at fault.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | June 12, 2015 2:16 AM |
LOL at R43
by Anonymous | reply 56 | June 12, 2015 2:17 AM |
and, hence
by Anonymous | reply 57 | June 12, 2015 2:18 AM |
Detective, did you see my new leather attache case?
by Anonymous | reply 58 | June 12, 2015 2:20 AM |
The pageant world has gotten a bad rap, I'm afraid. It's really more of a family than a competition. There's something for every girl these days.
As I always say, some girls were born to be winners and some girls were born to die in the basement
by Anonymous | reply 59 | June 12, 2015 2:22 AM |
Why, of course, you may interview me, Detective. I'll just need a couple of hours to do my hair and makeup. Consuela get the lighting crew here ASAP.
by Anonymous | reply 60 | June 12, 2015 2:25 AM |
Now, detective, don't be using that good Southern charm of yours.
by Anonymous | reply 61 | June 12, 2015 2:28 AM |
Someone's gotten into my art supplies! This is the Worst. Day. Ever.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | June 12, 2015 2:36 AM |
Of course, I'll autograph that photo for you. No worries, I have a Sharpie hidden in my blouse here.
by Anonymous | reply 63 | June 12, 2015 2:37 AM |
You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition's given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you?
by Anonymous | reply 64 | June 12, 2015 2:44 AM |
Oh Lord Jesus you raised Lazarus from the dead! Why can't you raise my precious baby, too? I bet because Lazarus never went around flashing his no-no at every male in the house!
by Anonymous | reply 65 | June 12, 2015 2:51 AM |
You all must be absolutely exhausted after looking for my baby for almost the whole time "Joy to the World" played. I think you deserve a coffee cake and canasta break. I'm dealing!
by Anonymous | reply 66 | June 12, 2015 2:56 AM |
R64 Are you Pedro Almodovar? I didn't know you were fluent in English.
by Anonymous | reply 67 | June 12, 2015 3:54 AM |
Just because Jon-Benet was my best friend doesn't mean I hurt her. So stop looking at me.
by Anonymous | reply 68 | June 12, 2015 5:27 AM |
...The Aristocrats!
by Anonymous | reply 69 | June 12, 2015 5:47 AM |
Do you think you'll be finished up here by seven? The Boulder Mall closes at nine, and you know what they're like the day after Christmas. Luckily I always save the receipts.
by Anonymous | reply 70 | June 12, 2015 6:20 AM |
Dear Lord, are you implying I've done something criminal? I'll tell you what the crime is here, Detective, your haircut, your breath, and that Goodwill suit you're wearing.
(Not to mention the fact, that you can't see the clues we...um, the killer, I mean, left here in front of your face. Good God, I've seen tranqed-up housewives do a better job at Murder Mystery parties.)
by Anonymous | reply 71 | June 12, 2015 10:14 AM |
If any of your on the force are unsaved, could you do me the most darling favor? Tell JonBenet she's pretty when you see her. In Hell.
by Anonymous | reply 72 | June 12, 2015 12:28 PM |
I"ve always thought, after VIP, RIP are the classiest letters after any name.
by Anonymous | reply 73 | June 12, 2015 1:37 PM |
She had so much ahead of her. Failure, that is.
by Anonymous | reply 74 | June 12, 2015 2:14 PM |
It's like my dear friend Betty Bowers once said, "Children are like fruit: They are small and tasteless when new -- and should be discarded when they turned rotten."
by Anonymous | reply 75 | June 12, 2015 2:17 PM |
She was such an attention whore. Do you know, one day she said "Mommy I'm prettier than you. ...Daddy said."
by Anonymous | reply 76 | June 12, 2015 2:38 PM |
Daddy's little girl, my ass.
by Anonymous | reply 77 | June 12, 2015 4:17 PM |
Pssssssst, I have Polaroids . . .
by Anonymous | reply 78 | June 12, 2015 5:45 PM |
She once had the tightest snatch outside of a Cambodian nunnery. But then we had to win the judges at the state level. And keep her father home.
by Anonymous | reply 79 | June 12, 2015 5:52 PM |
Whatever you find in John's sock drawer, remember that Mike Huckabee will forgive him. Shouldn't we?
by Anonymous | reply 80 | June 12, 2015 5:59 PM |
I chose the permanent solution for bed wetting.
by Anonymous | reply 81 | June 12, 2015 6:02 PM |
best
thread
EVER
by Anonymous | reply 82 | June 12, 2015 6:06 PM |
$118,000? That's an insult! Why, it's no more than my husband's holiday bonus. I bet if the child had won Little Miss Colorado, the kidnappers would be demanding a million or more.
by Anonymous | reply 83 | June 12, 2015 6:11 PM |
Sharpen than a serpent's tooth is an ungrateful child. Oh, goodness! Now, I've got the giggles. I'm the first person ever to call JonBenet sharp.
by Anonymous | reply 84 | June 12, 2015 6:20 PM |
You people in the law call it "capital punishment;" I call it a "time out."
by Anonymous | reply 85 | June 12, 2015 6:29 PM |
Bless your heart officer, I would have changed had my John gotten me a new ensemble for Christmas. I guess that stingy bonus he received, $118,000, was not enough to compel his to go Christmas shopping! I'm not materialist, officer, I wear my clothes to rags, just rags around here because I am not even interested in money. I'm sure you'll want to be going home to open presents with your family and leave us and 20 our closest friends to grieve in our own way.
by Anonymous | reply 86 | June 12, 2015 8:39 PM |
They [italic]will[/italic] take off her jewelry before cremating her body, won't they? I mean, she's going to end up in a shoebox anyway, and I'd just a soon not have to sift through her adorable ashes to recover perfectly fine diamonds.
by Anonymous | reply 87 | June 12, 2015 8:50 PM |
Of course, I woke up with a face full of make-up, officier. Who doesn't? Goodness, next you'll be telling me your wife doesn't shave under her arms!
by Anonymous | reply 88 | June 12, 2015 9:41 PM |
Bump
by Anonymous | reply 89 | June 13, 2015 1:39 AM |
It's always horrendous when someone you love dies! I'm speculating here. Anyone? Is it true? I'm almost sure it is!
by Anonymous | reply 90 | June 13, 2015 2:49 AM |
She's dead? This is the WORST news ever. Because it means, now, I'm going to have to sleep with my husband!
by Anonymous | reply 91 | June 13, 2015 2:53 AM |
Of course, I will tell you everything, Detective. Sit right down here by me. Now let's start with my pageant photo albums, shall we? I like to call this one, "The Story of a Winner".
by Anonymous | reply 92 | June 13, 2015 12:35 PM |
Listen, honey, I can tell you're having a little trouble following me. I was Miss West Virginia, not the most glamorous state in the union, granted.
But stop and think about how many coal miner's daughters, trailer park ho's, and meth-addicted redneck skanks I had to shank just to get that little sash...got it? Can you picture the pile of white trash bodies I had to climb over? Do you really I'm going to let a bitchy little six-year old get in my way?
Now, let's turn the Christmas music back on. Who would like more tea or coffee?
by Anonymous | reply 93 | June 13, 2015 12:42 PM |
Oh, goodness! THAT was her name? See? Time heals. Isn't the Lord good to us? Well, me . . .
by Anonymous | reply 94 | June 13, 2015 5:11 PM |
OK, just one more song and then I need to pick her final outfit. Oh, what am I thinking? We're not going to have an open Hefty bag at the funeral! How about Bill Bailey Won't You Please Come Home. In D!
by Anonymous | reply 95 | June 13, 2015 5:28 PM |
Oh, Jonbenet! Why? Why? Why? Why did this happen to her? Do you think she knows? Because I sure-as-shootin' do!
by Anonymous | reply 96 | June 13, 2015 6:22 PM |
Of COURSE I'm telling you the truth. If any word out of my mouth is a lie, may God strike me down with cancer!
by Anonymous | reply 97 | June 13, 2015 6:30 PM |
As a Christian, I believe in leading by example. So I've already forgiven the woman, ur, person behind this. And I suggest you join me.
by Anonymous | reply 98 | June 13, 2015 6:57 PM |
Don't worry about the part where it says the child will be beheaded if we phone the police. I'm sure they didn't really mean it.
by Anonymous | reply 99 | June 13, 2015 7:15 PM |
Well officer, I hope you don't think I had anything to do with this. Garrote, I mean coffee?
by Anonymous | reply 100 | June 13, 2015 7:39 PM |
Now I remember where JonBenet is! She's staying with my mother in West Virginia. Golly, don't I feel like a silly billy for calling you all. Don't I have egg on my face? Why, it just makes me chuckle -- ur, how do I explain the what? The ransom note? Oh, honey, if you believe that's a REAL ransom note, you're in the wrong business!
by Anonymous | reply 101 | June 13, 2015 7:57 PM |
LOL, R101...and I believe that's a direct quote...
by Anonymous | reply 102 | June 13, 2015 7:59 PM |
What little dead girl?
by Anonymous | reply 103 | June 13, 2015 8:21 PM |
Ok, ok, let's be calm...I'm pretty sure club soda or peroxide will get that blood out.
Oh yes, and JonBenet too...that's so sad.
Well, Officers, mystery solved. I'll walk you all to the door.
by Anonymous | reply 104 | June 13, 2015 8:24 PM |
I think "dead" is just an ugly word. Let's just say "permanently punished."
by Anonymous | reply 105 | June 13, 2015 8:30 PM |
Detective, please, for the love of God, why won't you answer my question?
Where there any blood stains on our new white carpeting?
by Anonymous | reply 106 | June 13, 2015 8:34 PM |
It was after midnight, Detective, when I heard some rustling in the bushes below. I was awakened from the sound sleep of the innocent, in full make-up. I went over to the window, pulled back my Laura Ashley curtains and saw people on the snowy lawn below. John asked me who they were and I told him, "They look like a foreign faction." I then went back to bed. One thing us pageant gals know is this: Nothing is more important than beauty rest!
by Anonymous | reply 107 | June 13, 2015 8:46 PM |
[quote]I'm pretty sure club soda or peroxide will get that blood out.
LIAR!
by Anonymous | reply 108 | June 13, 2015 8:50 PM |
Had I been the killer, I'd have gone for the boy. They're so much messier than girls.
by Anonymous | reply 109 | June 13, 2015 8:55 PM |
It must be so much easier to find the body in poor people's homes, right?
by Anonymous | reply 110 | June 13, 2015 9:00 PM |
Finding my precious baby is the most important thing in the world to me. As you will discover when you direct your rude questions to my lawyers, for we, sir, are done talking.
by Anonymous | reply 111 | June 13, 2015 9:04 PM |
Anyone want some fresh pineapple?
by Anonymous | reply 112 | June 13, 2015 9:08 PM |
See that suspicious-looking couple over there? They live next door and they call themselves our best friends. If I were you, I'd keep a really close eye on those two.
by Anonymous | reply 113 | June 13, 2015 9:12 PM |
The foreign faction just called again! On the quiet, upstairs phone. JonBenet is, apparently, now in a country without an extradition treaty. We're on our way to save her!
by Anonymous | reply 114 | June 13, 2015 9:20 PM |
Really, officer, I have my limits.
When my daughter told me about Daddy and a Dirty Sanchez....well, I'm a good Christian woman.
by Anonymous | reply 115 | June 13, 2015 9:38 PM |
Oh, dear Lord, my baby, my ba - wait, let me try that again. You know, you rehearse and rehearse, but then you get in front of an audience and the inspiration won't come. Okay, I'm ready for take two.
My baby, oh dear Lord, my baby! Please don't tell me my baby's gone!
by Anonymous | reply 116 | June 13, 2015 9:44 PM |
I know none of you are saying it to protect me, but don't think I don't see the truth about what happened as clear as day! Yes, it's not easy knowing that my only daughter made a paintbrush garotte and kept turning it and turning it until she could turn it no more. Bless her determined little heart. Of course, I'll never be able to show my face at the club when those old hens find out I had a suicide in my Christian home. Thanks, Jonbenet!
by Anonymous | reply 117 | June 13, 2015 9:53 PM |
No, I am not that girl from Designing Women.
by Anonymous | reply 118 | June 13, 2015 9:59 PM |
Anyone interested in purchasing an only-worn-once sequined French hooker costume? Size extra-extra small.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | June 13, 2015 10:34 PM |
Let me answer that rudely inquisitive question with a statement of fact: If the Lord wanted JonBenet alive, she would BE alive. So to treat this like some "crime" is blasphemy. And I won't tolerate blasphemy in my Christian home. So I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask that all of you leave.
by Anonymous | reply 120 | June 14, 2015 12:35 AM |
Yeah, R120, that sounds like it came directly from the transcript. I can picture her saying that.
by Anonymous | reply 121 | June 14, 2015 1:01 AM |
JonBenet and my family have consciously uncoupled.
by Anonymous | reply 122 | June 14, 2015 1:09 AM |
I love op!
by Anonymous | reply 123 | June 14, 2015 1:14 AM |
Bump
by Anonymous | reply 124 | June 14, 2015 1:29 AM |
I remember two years ago, JonBenet ran out into traffic. And I thought to myself, "If anything happens to that precious child, I will never be happy again!" I guess we're all wrong sometimes . . .
by Anonymous | reply 125 | June 14, 2015 1:29 AM |
Why has this happened to ME? Thinks like this NEVER happen to me. For example, I never get the parking spot by the door Neiman's!
by Anonymous | reply 126 | June 14, 2015 1:33 AM |
The Lord sends sorrow to us to test us, to find out if you can survive something awful, something that hurts your very soul, to make you become stronger. And then, sometimes, like today, He sends strangers to your home to drag slush onto your oriental rugs.
by Anonymous | reply 127 | June 14, 2015 1:47 AM |
Does anyone happen to know the Little Miss Slutty Sex Kitten pageant's refund policy on contestant deposits? If it's less than 30 days, this will be the worst day ever.
by Anonymous | reply 128 | June 14, 2015 2:04 AM |
Detective, I wholly agree with you! Something about this whole situation stinks to high Heaven. Have you checked to see if it's coming from the basement?
by Anonymous | reply 129 | June 14, 2015 2:10 AM |
To be honest, I always thought of her less as a daughter; more as a competitor. And last night was a Final Elimination Round.
by Anonymous | reply 130 | June 14, 2015 2:33 AM |
In the Miss West Virginia pageant, my talent was a scene from Mr. Euripides' Medea. As I killed my child, the judges were on their feet. But I knew my performance lacked conviction. But, today, this morning, I, finally, understand The Method.
by Anonymous | reply 131 | June 14, 2015 2:49 AM |
On't-day ell-tay im-hay, ut-bay I ink-thay eye-may usband-hay ay-may ow-knay ore-may an-thay ee's-hay elling-tay.
by Anonymous | reply 132 | June 14, 2015 3:01 AM |
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lies.
I mean lives.
by Anonymous | reply 133 | June 14, 2015 3:02 AM |
My final words to my precious JonBenet: "There's no such thing as bad publicity!"
by Anonymous | reply 134 | June 14, 2015 3:11 AM |
"Listen, sister . . . "
by Anonymous | reply 135 | June 14, 2015 3:12 AM |
I'm inconsolable now that ramifications of her death sink in. It's not as if neighbors are going to pay ME $3,000 to play Pop The Cherry!
by Anonymous | reply 136 | June 14, 2015 3:17 AM |
If it's a female detective,
"Listen, you little slut...."
by Anonymous | reply 137 | June 14, 2015 3:24 AM |
I see that the night ended as it started: with her on her back.
by Anonymous | reply 138 | June 14, 2015 3:25 AM |
Christmas comes but once a year, and I expect you to follow its lead - straight out the door. And a Happy 1997 to you all.
by Anonymous | reply 139 | June 14, 2015 3:27 AM |
I'm trying to put a finger on this. Maybe I'll be as successful as my husband.
by Anonymous | reply 140 | June 14, 2015 3:29 AM |
No, I can't give you answers. But I can give you autographed pageant head shots. I'll sign them on the Lear back to Atlanta. Toodles!
by Anonymous | reply 141 | June 14, 2015 3:31 AM |
Were some of you raised in a barn? You never ask a lady her age, weight or if she's killed her daughter!
by Anonymous | reply 142 | June 14, 2015 3:34 AM |
Oh my dear Lord! She was killed with a paint brush garotte! A camel hair paint brush garotte! I, ur, I would have thought that THEY, that foreign faction, would have used a synthetic brush. I guess that, um, they, yes they, were not thinking, to use such an expensive brush to kill someone so cheap. This loss of such an expensive paintbrush shows how angry I, ur, the killers, must have been with that cun- ur, darling child.
by Anonymous | reply 143 | June 14, 2015 4:23 AM |
Not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, are you detective?
Do I need to draw you a map? Burke, where did we leave that Sharpie?
by Anonymous | reply 144 | June 14, 2015 11:34 PM |
Until today, I never even knew Black people lived in Boulder!
by Anonymous | reply 145 | June 14, 2015 11:42 PM |
The day started oh, so sad -- until I realized that I'm back to being the youngest gal in the house.
by Anonymous | reply 146 | June 15, 2015 12:16 AM |
This. Never. Happened.
by Anonymous | reply 147 | June 15, 2015 12:23 AM |
My heart is broken! I mean NAIL. Yep, my nail is split right down to the cuticle. All you men will never know the pain I am feeling right now.
by Anonymous | reply 148 | June 15, 2015 12:28 AM |
Here is the part I forgot to tell you earlier, detective: I actually met one of the foreign faction early this morning. Someone in front of him was schlepping whatshername down the spiral staircase. I'll tell you, it's not easy to lug a limp corpse down a narrow spiral staircase!
He asked, "Are you the dead chick's sister?"
And I replied, "No, I'm the dead chick's mother."
And he said, " Well, you're just lucky our orders were to kidnap the youngest one, not the prettiest one!"
I blushed and said, "Oh, stop!"
But he didn't. He continued: "No, seriously, White Lady, you are gorgeous. In comparison, JonBenet looks cheap. Very cheap. Your beauty is natural. Classic. She is Anna Nicole Smith -- you are Elizabeth Taylor."
It was then that he thrust the ransom note into my lovely hands, whispering someone wildly obscene, but nonetheless extremely complimentary. And, poof, he was gone. I never even had a chance to thank him for his kind words of unbridled honesty.
by Anonymous | reply 149 | June 15, 2015 12:45 AM |
Detective, I meant "whispering SOMETHING wildly obscene."
I get so flustered by compliments, not matter how well deserved. But isn't it nice that even someone doing something so evil can still think to say things that really made my day? So thoughtful. Truly, there is a lesson there for all of us.
by Anonymous | reply 150 | June 15, 2015 12:57 AM |
I'm barely condoning murder, but I think that anyone who has seen "Whatever Happened to Baby Jane?" will admit that someone last night did that little lady on the carpet there a big favor. Praise God!
by Anonymous | reply 151 | June 15, 2015 4:10 PM |
Goodness! Just look at the poor thing. And THIS is why dead people never win beauty pageants!
by Anonymous | reply 152 | June 15, 2015 4:38 PM |
"Officer, honestly if I could just trade places with my little baby, then in a heartbeat I'd...I'd...well...um...er... [puts up a "hold that thought" finger, takes a sip of Pellegrino, and continues] "well, I'd seriously think long and hard about doing so."
by Anonymous | reply 153 | June 15, 2015 4:48 PM |
Picking Burke to the one I loved has really proved to have been rather wise, no?
by Anonymous | reply 154 | June 15, 2015 5:00 PM |
Were are not burying her in THAT! It's French. I can get over $100 for it on eBay.
by Anonymous | reply 155 | June 15, 2015 5:02 PM |
She may be gone, but at least I will always have fond memories to comfort me. Memories of my glorious pageant days.
by Anonymous | reply 156 | June 15, 2015 6:29 PM |
You filthy coppers will never Mirandize me! I've done a lot of things I'm not proud of, but I'm damned if I'll dance a Samba with a basket of fruit on my head!
by Anonymous | reply 157 | June 15, 2015 6:31 PM |
Was I alone with JonBenet in the basement last night? What an excellent question. I guess we'll never know...
by Anonymous | reply 158 | June 15, 2015 6:46 PM |
Oh THAT little dead girl.
by Anonymous | reply 159 | June 15, 2015 7:01 PM |
Dead? Don't be silly. She's probably just playing hide and seek in the old refrigerator.
by Anonymous | reply 160 | June 15, 2015 7:02 PM |
It's not murder if it's self-defense! You have no idea how incredibly strong that little slut can be!
by Anonymous | reply 161 | June 15, 2015 7:20 PM |
I encourage my children to take responsibility! It's one of JonBenet's "chores" to set the burglar alarm at night. I guess what goes around comes around.
What was that call to the police on Dec. 23? Probably one of the neighbors drunk dialing information. Certainly had nothing to do with us.
by Anonymous | reply 162 | June 15, 2015 7:29 PM |
I confess, I did it. I'm the one who called 911 on the 23rd. I spilled red wine on a white blouse. How was I to know they don't respond to that kind of emergency?
by Anonymous | reply 163 | June 15, 2015 7:35 PM |
Remind me to call the judges for the Little Miss Hot Stuff pageant and tell them we're off for that thingy Wednesday night in room 107 at the Naighty Whispers Motor Court.
by Anonymous | reply 164 | June 15, 2015 7:41 PM |
Well, it's quite obvious in hindsight that I should've taken her threat to hold her breath until she turned blue more seriously.
by Anonymous | reply 165 | June 15, 2015 7:54 PM |
Detective: What did you just call her?
Patsy: What do you think I just called her?
Detective: I'd rather not say.
Patsy: Well, then I guess we'll never know.
by Anonymous | reply 166 | June 15, 2015 8:06 PM |
I never said she was perfect. Well, NOW she is...
by Anonymous | reply 167 | June 15, 2015 9:21 PM |
I woke up this morning and immediately missed the sound of her little voice. But, since then, this fabulous quiet has really grown on me.
by Anonymous | reply 168 | June 15, 2015 9:54 PM |
Dead? Oh, detective, you must be new to Stepford. Jon Benet will be right as rain once the parts come in.
by Anonymous | reply 169 | June 15, 2015 11:20 PM |
Spattered blood on my Christmas sweater? Oh no, detective, that's just Rudolph the Red-nosed Elf.
by Anonymous | reply 170 | June 15, 2015 11:29 PM |
Cheers, sweetie.
by Anonymous | reply 171 | June 16, 2015 11:21 PM |
John, I sent you down to the wine cellar to get a bottle of chardonnay and this is what you come back with?
Just put her on the floor. We'll deal with this matter after brunch.
So detective, how do you like your eggs?
by Anonymous | reply 172 | June 17, 2015 12:23 AM |
They say you will never know how this feels until it happens to your own child. I never say no to a challenge.
by Anonymous | reply 173 | June 17, 2015 2:53 AM |
I am BIG, it's the pageant contestants that got small!
by Anonymous | reply 174 | June 17, 2015 12:30 PM |
I'm ready for the swimsuit portion of this investigation, Mr. Detective.
by Anonymous | reply 175 | June 17, 2015 12:31 PM |
Little miss "I can color in the lines!" this, or miss "I used the potty all by myself!" that, isn't so smug now, is she?
I'm sorry, did I just think that, or say it out loud?
by Anonymous | reply 176 | June 17, 2015 12:55 PM |
No, Burke, we are NOT having a new baby sister for you!
No, you can NOT order a Fleshlight of your own!
by Anonymous | reply 177 | June 17, 2015 1:01 PM |
May I please have a lock of my baby's hair? My baby's hair color was always the thing I liked best about her.
I can take it the doggy beauty parlor and have them match it for Little Miss Pageant Paws. Then, I can sell it on eBay and pay for a motion to fight at least two depositions.
by Anonymous | reply 178 | June 17, 2015 3:41 PM |
Step right up! Step right up! Anyone interesting in one last go before they come take her away? I'm a wheelin' and I'm a dealin'! Let me tell you what I'm gonna do!
by Anonymous | reply 179 | June 17, 2015 4:07 PM |
If you need a pretty girl, Pussy Cow!
by Anonymous | reply 180 | June 18, 2015 12:43 AM |
Please! For the love of Jesus stop asking me about my daughter! I've always believed: If you can't say something nice . . . Yes, that's just the type of Christian I am!
by Anonymous | reply 181 | June 18, 2015 12:57 AM |
As I told the judges when I won the Miss West Virginia, my goals in life are World Peace, to end World Hunger, and to bring the Good News of Jesus Christ to all the heathens of the world.
(And no bitchy little six-year old whore is going to stop me now. Praise Jesus!)
by Anonymous | reply 182 | June 18, 2015 1:07 AM |
I look at my precious baby's limp limbs and cry. I spent $457 last month on tap lessons!
by Anonymous | reply 183 | June 18, 2015 2:45 AM |
Well of course the kitchen flashlight has been wiped clean of fingerprints. I wash it every night, who doesn't?
by Anonymous | reply 184 | June 18, 2015 4:13 AM |
Why do you sound so surprised? Yes, every morning the first thing I do, before I brush my teeth, is wipe down the basement walls and banister with undiluted Clorox. After all, cleanliness is next to godliness. No! Really, right there? Goodness me, I'm surprised I didn't trip over the -- her!
by Anonymous | reply 185 | June 18, 2015 1:05 PM |
Well, *I* would never let her be killed in that outfit!
by Anonymous | reply 186 | June 18, 2015 1:10 PM |
Officer, I AM listening to your questions, but it's impossible to devote much attention to you while I'm busy with the more important business at hand -- scrapbooking JonBenet's demise.
by Anonymous | reply 187 | June 18, 2015 5:08 PM |
Good golly, it was -- I mean, it IMAGINE it was -- no picnic getting someone wearing a pageant crown down that tight, spiral staircase!
by Anonymous | reply 188 | June 18, 2015 5:10 PM |
I know what you're thinking, Detective. I can see your eyes full of booze judging me. You're thinking about what that English homo said: "To lose one child, may be regarded as a misfortune. To lose both looks like carelessness." Burke!
by Anonymous | reply 189 | June 19, 2015 12:16 PM |
Detective, how dare you? HOW DARE YOU? My husband is a fine Southern gentleman who was raised right. He NEVER lies.
Well, except for that time he told JonBenet, "I won't cum in your mouth." But, honestly, that was barely more than one, little time. Hardly bears mentioning. Now, I think you owe John an apology, Mister.
by Anonymous | reply 190 | June 22, 2015 9:08 PM |
Pineapple? Why JonBenet didn't even like Pineapple. She used to say nobody could even force her to eat it. A six year old! Can you believe it?
by Anonymous | reply 191 | June 22, 2015 9:17 PM |
If only the Lord Jesus had told me last night was going to be her last. I'd of fixed her her favorite homemade meal -- Stouffer's lasagna.
A lovely, last meal, just like they do for the other criminals who are about to die because they were caught doing something wicked, terribly, terribly, wicked and depraved.
by Anonymous | reply 192 | June 22, 2015 9:57 PM |
There was a whole pineapple in her intestines? Well, if you knew my daughter, you'd know that that is probably, not because she ate a pineapple, but because sat on one.
by Anonymous | reply 193 | June 23, 2015 1:36 AM |
If hell exists, I'm probably going there for laughing at almost every post. This, the best JBR thread in ages!
by Anonymous | reply 194 | June 23, 2015 2:53 AM |
It's Downy! Well, duh. Of course, I washed her darling murdered sailor suit after she passed! How could I ever slip something with that much blood on it over THIS hair? EVIDENCE? John, get me that sailor suit! I'll show you EVIDENCE! Evidence that we are still the same size!
by Anonymous | reply 195 | June 28, 2015 3:02 PM |
Ten minutes everyone! I'm just going to run upstairs, slip on my Uncle Sam leotard and backcomb my hair. Ten minutes 'til show time! Step right up, and forget all this dreariness, and join me in the Pageant Trophy Room to see George M. Cohen's "I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy" and see who was always the REAL star in this house!
by Anonymous | reply 196 | June 28, 2015 3:06 PM |
Well, looking on the bright side . . . you can't slut-shame the dead. So this worked out well for her.
by Anonymous | reply 197 | June 28, 2015 3:11 PM |
Look, I'm going to tell you something I've never admitted to anyone. JonBenet was never going to be a Winner in the Pageant World...she just didn't have the...I don't know what to call it...the...
Killer instinct?
That's it...thank you for being so understanding, Detective. May I call you Detective (batting eyelashes)?
by Anonymous | reply 198 | June 28, 2015 3:16 PM |
A practice version of the ransom note was found in my wastebasket? Well, I have to hand it to the kidnappers. The idea that practice makes perfect is one thing I never could pound into that child's head!
by Anonymous | reply 199 | June 28, 2015 3:27 PM |
There was this one time, JonBenet actually lost a pageant and while I was beating...I mean, um scolding her on her lackluster performance, she had the nerve to say to me, "But Mommy, I got first-place runner up."
Yeah, First Place Loser. Sometimes I just didn't even think she was my child.
by Anonymous | reply 200 | June 28, 2015 3:33 PM |
Oh Detective, to think that those tiny little feet will never tap to "Boom Boom Boom Let's Go Back To My Room" again!
by Anonymous | reply 201 | June 28, 2015 4:29 PM |
The "Dead Girls Don't Lie" throw pillows? Yes, I needle-pointed all of them. Thank you for noticing.
by Anonymous | reply 202 | June 28, 2015 4:40 PM |
I guess this means I'm going to have to HIRE someone to scrub the toilets and change my pad.
by Anonymous | reply 203 | June 28, 2015 5:12 PM |
[quote]George M. Cohen's
Oy, gevalt.
by Anonymous | reply 204 | June 28, 2015 5:38 PM |
Humorless R204 has wandered onto the wrong thread. Scat!
by Anonymous | reply 205 | June 28, 2015 5:49 PM |
JonBenet? JonBenet? Can you hear me? It's your mother, former Miss West Virginia! What? No, officer, I'm not calling down to the basement. I'm calling down to HELL!
by Anonymous | reply 206 | June 28, 2015 10:24 PM |
You see, in the big beauty pageant of life there are winners, like me, and there are losers.
And I suppose, the um....kidnappers...realized that JonBenet just didn't have what it takes.
Now, who has seen the Pageant Room. My goodness, there are so many of you coming and going, I can hardly keep track. Well, anyway, follow me.
by Anonymous | reply 207 | June 28, 2015 10:41 PM |
You know, Detective, as a matter of fact, I can still fit in my Miss West Virginia Evening Gown. Give me just a minute and I'll slip into it and show you.
by Anonymous | reply 208 | June 28, 2015 10:43 PM |
Did anyone bring a harmonica? I feel a song comin' on!
by Anonymous | reply 209 | June 28, 2015 11:18 PM |
Let me hold my baby! Let me hold my baby! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! Goodness, the eviden-- I mean, my baby, is now absolutely COVERED in my hair, fabric fibers and DNA!
Anyone have a lint brush?
by Anonymous | reply 210 | June 29, 2015 1:19 AM |
Gosh, that's right. It slipped my mind that the kidnappers were supposed to call us an hour ago. You'd think I'd have been counting the minutes. Boy time sure flies when you're having fu -far too many people tracking dirt on your carpets.
by Anonymous | reply 211 | June 29, 2015 4:24 AM |
Will ya get a look at that Cecil rug! I'm not mad at you JonBenet, I'm mad at the FUCKING BLOOD!
by Anonymous | reply 212 | June 29, 2015 1:53 PM |
Just looking at my precious baby, lifeless and so forlorn, on that carpet, I can't help but think, "With all the money I'll save on hair color and a Sweet 16 boobjob, I can afford to go hardwoods throughout the house!" What do you think, Detective? Oak or mahogany? I can tell by the way you fill that fine wool suit, you're a man of good taste . . .
by Anonymous | reply 213 | June 29, 2015 3:39 PM |
Did you know that some people thought we were sisters? True story.
by Anonymous | reply 214 | June 29, 2015 3:57 PM |
Detective, can you even begin to imagine what it's like to live under the same roof with your hubby's little pint-size mistress? Mister, it's no day at Rodeo!
by Anonymous | reply 215 | June 29, 2015 3:59 PM |
OK, before everyone gets crazy here with your pestering questions, John and I need to do something very important: Figure out which of those Christmas gifts under the tree we can still return. JOHN!
by Anonymous | reply 216 | June 29, 2015 4:02 PM |
Of course, the most important thing to me right now is to make sure my precious angel's very precise wishes for her funeral are followed to the T. She wanted me to perform one -- no! two! -- pieces. One dramatic, and one comedy. I think I'll do something from "Crimes of the Heart" and "Steel Magnolias," those are my -- HER! -- very favorite works of important theater, but I haven't decided which for which! Then, she wanted me to do Dixie Carter's version of Billy Bailey Won't You Please Come Home? Then, her final wish is to be buried in a shallow grave in the municipal dog park. I need to start thinking costumes!
by Anonymous | reply 217 | June 29, 2015 5:47 PM |
Is "Touched by an Angel" a rerun tonight? Detective, do you know? Nothing keeps me from watching that show. It's so precious, it makes me cry. I'm just a sentimental sap, I guess. Can't wait!
by Anonymous | reply 218 | June 29, 2015 7:29 PM |
I want to make a donation to a charity, a charity that honors her legacy, and in her name so that no one, ever, ever, will forget my baby. Detective, is there, like, a "Homeless Shelter for Saucy Sluts Who Always, Always ALWAYS Need to Be The Center of Attention" downtown? Do the Coloreds have anything like that?
by Anonymous | reply 219 | June 29, 2015 10:59 PM |
I'm afraid to raise the subject, but I must: is the carpet she's lying on salvageable? Or was there a lot of leakage?
by Anonymous | reply 220 | June 30, 2015 12:30 AM |
Oh, you from the newspaper! Don't forget to note that I've already open a Murder Site Gift Shoppe. Some "the grass doesn't grow under winners" language might be appropriate. I just worry about keeping enough paintbrushes in stock. I've always hated disappointing people.
by Anonymous | reply 221 | June 30, 2015 3:42 PM |
I'll never forgive that child for doing this to me. Suicide is such a selfish act.
by Anonymous | reply 222 | July 1, 2015 5:21 AM |
"Can I roller skate?"
by Anonymous | reply 223 | July 1, 2015 2:58 PM |
Who wants to double my $1,000 bet that the Foreign Faction never calls? Put your cash of the table!
by Anonymous | reply 224 | July 1, 2015 3:57 PM |
Wow, this is getting boring, all this waiting!
Let's play a game of "Fuck, Marry, Kill!" Miss Tennessee 1977 -- Miss Kentucky 1977 -- and JonBenet!
John and I will sit this round out, as we already know one response for each.
by Anonymous | reply 225 | July 1, 2015 4:00 PM |
Honestly, I've never seen her look so peaceful. I think whoever did this deserves the coral St. John's suit in the right window at Neiman Marcus when you are coming in from the mall at Lenox Square when you get back to Atlanta, John. Just thinkin' out loud . . .
by Anonymous | reply 226 | July 1, 2015 4:10 PM |
I just keep staring at that pool of dried blood. What color is that? Brick? Cerise? It would make a FABULOUS lipstick!
by Anonymous | reply 227 | July 1, 2015 10:37 PM |
JonBenet is no longer with us. But if the next time some pint-size harlot offers her no-no to a much older gentleman who is her father and happily married to a fabulously beautiful wife and gets slapped across her saucy little harlot face with a flashlight, then she will not have died in vain. Amen. Everyone? Did you not hear me? Can I get a friggin' AMEN here?
by Anonymous | reply 228 | July 2, 2015 12:58 AM |
I'd kill for a pina colada. Or anything, really.
by Anonymous | reply 229 | July 2, 2015 1:58 PM |
Whew, I don't know about you all but I am EXHAUSTED! Staying up all night, dealing with little Miss "I Don't Have to Listen to Mommy"...er, um, I mean, worrying about our poor little JonBenet.
Well, anyhoo, I'm going to our third floor Master Suite to take a nap and I do NOT want to be disturbed.
(John, call the Coroner again and see if you get them over here to clean up this...mess. I just know I won't be able to enjoy my dinner if all of this is not out of here by the time I come back down.)
by Anonymous | reply 230 | July 3, 2015 12:52 PM |
Really? "Marry, Fuck or Kill" is just a game? Not in our house!
by Anonymous | reply 231 | July 4, 2015 3:25 PM |
Finally! I have a spare bedroom I can turn into a gift-wrapping salon. I'm so much like Candy Spelling. And, no doubt, when she looks at Tori, she wishes she were more like me!
by Anonymous | reply 232 | July 4, 2015 7:26 PM |
It's so sad to lose a child. It's almost worse than losing the back to one of your earrings.
by Anonymous | reply 233 | July 5, 2015 6:01 PM |
See if you can shut up little Burke's caterwauling, or I promise you you'll have to come back here a second time today.
by Anonymous | reply 234 | July 5, 2015 6:04 PM |
John, I want to name something after our baby! So that we will be reminded of her every day she is in Hel-ven. From now on, let's call that commode "the Jon....Benet." So you can still piss in her mouth.
by Anonymous | reply 235 | July 5, 2015 6:46 PM |
If that's that Jared guy from the Subway ads on the phone, tell him I have that "pecial-say equest-ray," but to call back omorrow-tay.
by Anonymous | reply 236 | July 7, 2015 6:47 PM |
Don't none of y'all call the media till I've had time to freshen up and pick out a tasteful outfit. Which do you think I should wear, detective? The gray is more dignified but the dusty lilac will probably read better on camera.
by Anonymous | reply 237 | July 7, 2015 6:54 PM |
OK, nobody grieve until I find my earrings!
by Anonymous | reply 238 | July 7, 2015 7:05 PM |
Would you believe that I planned to overdose on percocet and gin about an hour from now? Once again I am upstaged by that relentless, pint-sized attention whore!
by Anonymous | reply 239 | July 7, 2015 9:18 PM |
R236 That's nasty, but very funny
by Anonymous | reply 240 | July 7, 2015 11:57 PM |
Oh, goodness! She's going to have to do one, final costume change. Something sleeveless! Yes, I know it's cold outside, but it's not cold where she's going. Rosarita, fetch the lime sherbert tube top!
by Anonymous | reply 241 | July 8, 2015 12:49 AM |
John you know how I hate waste. Take that rope off of her. We'll need it to tie up the Christmas tree before we take it to the curb before we leave town.
by Anonymous | reply 242 | July 8, 2015 11:42 PM |
Goodness, who needs an investigation? This is, clearly, an open-and-shut case: Death by autoerotic asphyxiation!
She may have been a little lady under the stage lights -- but she was into some freaky scenes under the sheets! Wasn't she, John?
by Anonymous | reply 243 | July 10, 2015 2:25 PM |
The little bitch wouldn't stop texting during Evita!
by Anonymous | reply 244 | July 10, 2015 3:14 PM |
Detective, you say "dead," I say "sleeping deeply." Can we just agree to disagree?
by Anonymous | reply 245 | July 10, 2015 4:29 PM |
Detective, I need to skedaddle, but one day, very, very soon, John and I will sit down with you, have a lovely, long talk and explain everything.
I KID!
Bye!
by Anonymous | reply 246 | July 10, 2015 4:36 PM |
I don't know what type of slipshod mothering you had, but in the Ramsey manse, talking back to your mother IS "natural causes."
by Anonymous | reply 247 | July 10, 2015 4:37 PM |
Rosarita, come down here and get JonBenet in something beige, pronto! If I told her once, I told her a million times: Red is MY color!
by Anonymous | reply 248 | July 10, 2015 5:45 PM |
Bump to conjure up genius who's been writing all these brilliant posts If your not a professional writer,you should be.I'm impressed.
by Anonymous | reply 249 | July 12, 2015 4:17 AM |
Consuelo, I'm thinking the black Manolo sling-back pumps, with the black Chanel suit for the funeral, and the black kidskin leather gloves....
Oh no, Detective, "kidskin" is just a type of leather! I would never "skin" a child...not even a little blonde whore with a bad case of sass-mouth who was always "accidentally" showing off her hoo-haw.
by Anonymous | reply 250 | July 12, 2015 3:22 PM |
As a Republican patriot, I am, of course, going to use that famous Nathan Hale quotation to end my routine during the talent portion of the funeral: "I only regret that I have but one daughter to lose for my country!" Cue the red, white and blue doves and fireworks. Dry eyes? I don't think so! They'll hear the ovation all the way to the trashy part of Colorado Springs!
by Anonymous | reply 251 | July 12, 2015 3:28 PM |
Oh, John, stop crying! If we drape her over a barrel, she can still play Naked Twister with you.
by Anonymous | reply 252 | July 12, 2015 3:36 PM |
More Please...
by Anonymous | reply 253 | July 12, 2015 11:27 PM |
She was such a perfectionist! The rest of us headed to bed, but she insisted on going down to the basement to practice for the talent portion of the Little Miss Houdini Pageant.
by Anonymous | reply 254 | July 14, 2015 12:33 AM |
In watching Dance Moms and got to wondering how Mrs Patsy Ramsey,formerly of Boulder Colorado may have acted on this show. I imagine the ratings would be higher. Oh,and Abby would be dead.
by Anonymous | reply 255 | July 15, 2015 12:36 AM |
Mommy and that Rosie lady always said that 'liars get cancer'.
by Anonymous | reply 256 | July 22, 2015 6:52 PM |
Bump
by Anonymous | reply 257 | September 28, 2015 8:52 PM |
"PINEAPPLE? When did she eat PINEAPPLE?"
by Anonymous | reply 258 | September 28, 2015 10:24 PM |
Will we still be able to flight to the lake?
by Anonymous | reply 259 | September 28, 2015 10:54 PM |
"...to catch our flight...."
Sheesh.
by Anonymous | reply 260 | September 28, 2015 10:57 PM |
"One day, we're all going to laugh about this . . . Oh, I've never been good at waiting!"
by Anonymous | reply 261 | September 28, 2015 11:17 PM |
"Detective, please disregard my loose-lipped help and the busybody who called 911 from our communal -- COMMUNAL! -- dressing room at the Miss Snowflake Pageant. Their false-witness and hospital gossip notwithstanding, I LOVED JonBenet! I loved her like a sister. But only because that's the way we looked."
by Anonymous | reply 262 | September 29, 2015 1:05 AM |
"Coroner: Don't forget to note in the autopsy that she died in my gown. We wear the same size. Only, in her case, especially now, with less aplomb. In fact, Consuela! Get that wrap dress off her and let me show the handsome detective how it's SUPPOSED to be worn! "
by Anonymous | reply 263 | September 29, 2015 1:50 AM |
"Goodness, why didn't someone TELL me my baby was lying on the floor right in front of me? I never would have walked over her face. At least, not THAT many times!"
by Anonymous | reply 264 | September 29, 2015 1:53 AM |
"A child is a gift from God. Last night, I regifted her back."
by Anonymous | reply 265 | September 29, 2015 1:44 PM |
"I pray that I will draw comfort from knowing that the last time we spoke it was about our Lord Jesus Christ. As I recall, I said, 'Jesus died for your sins and it's high time, Little Missy, that you returned the favor!'"
by Anonymous | reply 266 | September 29, 2015 1:48 PM |
"Someone be a dear and call Star Search. The sister act is now a solo."
by Anonymous | reply 267 | September 29, 2015 2:12 PM |
Anyone know how to get dried blood out of a Mason Pearson hairbrush?
by Anonymous | reply 268 | September 29, 2015 4:18 PM |
"How sad, to die without winning a pageant title that matters. I am, of course, speculating . . . "
by Anonymous | reply 269 | September 29, 2015 5:24 PM |
"Detective, I'm afraid it feels odd to be judged on the quality of my answers to questions without wearing a sash. I'll go get it! See, how anything can be turned into a moment of fun?"
by Anonymous | reply 270 | September 29, 2015 5:30 PM |
"No, I have no idea who wrote 'Bibighar' in blood on her bedroom mirror, Detective. But sh . . . ur, THEY have lovely penmanship, wouldn't you agree? Just lovely. A real sign of class that is, I always say. So did mother."
by Anonymous | reply 271 | September 29, 2015 6:08 PM |
A garrote? My, that seems excessive. I always found a quick sharp blow to the head with a pageant baton to be more than sufficient to get her to shut the hell up.
by Anonymous | reply 272 | September 30, 2015 3:20 AM |
"Yes, I'm sure that's all very interesting, Detective, but you all are going to have to excuse me. I need to call the Little Miss Daffodil pageant and tell them my baby's talent today will no longer be tapping the fifty state capitals. It's going to be a fabulous Abraham Lincoln lying in state impression. Consuela! Fetch me my Mary Todd Lincoln mini-dress and gogo boots! AN-DAY-LAY!"
by Anonymous | reply 273 | September 30, 2015 12:10 PM |
"Sugar or Splenda??? I've told you a MILLION times: I'm not answering your nosy questions without a lawyer and publicist!"
by Anonymous | reply 274 | September 30, 2015 12:24 PM |
LoL..Glad I bumped.Genius at work!
by Anonymous | reply 275 | September 30, 2015 12:53 PM |
"What a rude thing to suggest! Officer, if anything I've said to you this morning is in the slightest way misleading, may the good Lord Jesus Christ strike me with cancer."
by Anonymous | reply 276 | September 30, 2015 1:03 PM |
"I've always lived in fear of losing someone I loved. I still do. I can only imagine that it must be quite terrible."
by Anonymous | reply 277 | October 1, 2015 1:40 AM |
You know, detective, I think I can help you out here if you'll just listen to me for a few minutes.
Earlier, today I was talking with our professional PR consultant (I know, weird that he happened to call me at 5:30 this morning but anyhoo), and he said to me, "You know, Patsy, it's all about 'optics' or how a thing looks that's important - the perception is critical - things have to be presented in the proper perspective."
Now in this case, if we could frame this whole messy business as "Mrs. Patsy Ramsey, former Miss West Virginia suffers tragic loss as her daughter commits suicide at family home, or dies from unknown causes, blah, blah, blah; no foul play suspected." Do.you understand what I'm saying - something along those lines. I think that would just put this whole ugly business in the proper perspective and give us the right "optics" to go forward with a clear, unified message.
Now wouldn't you agree that just makes sense, detective?
by Anonymous | reply 278 | October 1, 2015 6:52 AM |
Then a little later, we could release the details about poor Jon Benet's lack of discipline, her out-of-control eating disorder, her refusal to practice and do the work required of a beauty queen, just her overall lack of commitment to the important things in life - all led to her disappointments in the beauty pageant circuit and life in general. The poor thing just kept gaining weight, losing more pageants, getting depressed - and it all spiraled out of control until she ended up on my berber carpet in the basement. (Aside to Consuela - get down there and start working on those stains - how many times do I have to tell you that you can't let carpet stains get set in!)
Anyhoo, I think that would just make a clear and compelling story that people would just naturally understand. And we wouldn't have to get into all of those messy, sensational details about how she got the garrote around her own neck and choked herself to death. So it's really up to us to manage this whole business correctly. Life is just hard for the losers, don't you agree, detective?
by Anonymous | reply 279 | October 1, 2015 7:01 AM |
Oh Lord, detective, I'm sorry to get emotional. I was just thinking back to the first time I saw Jon Benet lumbering around on the stage like a wounded elephant, trying to do just one of the most basic tap dance routines from "Singing in the Rain" when she was about 3 or 4.
And it was so clear she just didn't have IT - you know, that drive, that X-factor that sets winners apart from losers. Hearing all those other mothers whispering and laughing at my child who should've had that routine in her DNA. Oh, the shame and the heartbreak - now that was a tragedy!
Yes, it's times like those that really help me to put the little things in the proper perspective.
by Anonymous | reply 280 | October 1, 2015 7:21 AM |
"Now, you're just putting words in my beautiful mouth, Detective. I never said I didn't KNOW the alleged victim. I just said I make it a point not to socialize with the the type of unsaved garbage that sleeps with a Christian woman's husband."
by Anonymous | reply 281 | October 1, 2015 3:20 PM |
"From your experience, Detective, is murder something one can do occasionally -- or does the thrill become habit forming? I'm asking for a friend."
by Anonymous | reply 282 | October 2, 2015 1:12 AM |
[quote] never said I didn't KNOW the alleged victim. I just said I make it a point not to socialize with the the type of unsaved garbage that sleeps with a Christian woman's husband."
Is this a line from something, because it's fabulous.
by Anonymous | reply 283 | October 2, 2015 1:20 AM |
Did she ever do ballet? Oh, my Gawd, Detective, you are delightful!
Please, just let me catch my breath...I must be hysterical to be laughing so hard at a time like this.
I've seen Clydesdales dance with more grace than that little skank...uh, little tyke, I mean...
by Anonymous | reply 284 | October 2, 2015 2:03 AM |
[quote]Is this a line from something?
R283 It is original to this thread.
by Anonymous | reply 285 | October 2, 2015 11:53 PM |
"The only comfort I can find this morning is in the Lord. His eye is on the sparrow . . . so I know He sees the torment an otherwise patient mother endures at the hands of a selfish, goading child."
by Anonymous | reply 286 | October 26, 2015 6:39 PM |
She pulled out all stops to delay the inevitable.
by Anonymous | reply 287 | October 27, 2015 8:43 PM |
Bump
by Anonymous | reply 288 | November 6, 2015 7:25 PM |
She's on her way back and has a lot to say.
by Anonymous | reply 289 | November 8, 2015 7:33 PM |
" Can you believe that ungrateful, little bottle blonde didn't want to wear this beautiful matching sweater I had made for her"?
by Anonymous | reply 290 | November 8, 2015 8:07 PM |
classic thread
by Anonymous | reply 291 | August 14, 2016 7:41 AM |
I'm going straight to hell for laughing at these...they're frinking brilliant.
by Anonymous | reply 292 | August 15, 2016 12:06 AM |
That little bitch called me "fat"....
I mean, my precious little darling Jon-Benet!
by Anonymous | reply 293 | August 15, 2016 1:06 AM |
I'll see you there, R292!
by Anonymous | reply 294 | August 15, 2016 10:41 PM |
Well there goes the $1200 I spent on a Maribou bed jacket, bmnoteaded teddy and matching fishnets and heels at mr. Faye's pageant frock shop. She was going to perform "nasty girl " at the little Miss erotica pageant next month.
Speaking of which, detective do YOU have 7 inches or more?
by Anonymous | reply 295 | May 1, 2017 10:01 PM |
"Beaded teddy"
by Anonymous | reply 296 | May 1, 2017 10:03 PM |
One of my all-time favorite DL threads. Like the Golden Age of DL.
by Anonymous | reply 297 | May 1, 2017 10:34 PM |
Well, since you asked detective, no I was not one of her FANS!
by Anonymous | reply 298 | May 2, 2017 12:32 AM |
Larry King: Tonight a Larry KIng Live exclusive. Lisa Bonet speaks out on the brutal murder of her sister JonBonet by her real life tv dad bill huxtable!
by Anonymous | reply 299 | June 17, 2017 5:42 AM |
She's six years old, blonde hair. A natural blonde too. I would NEVER dye my child's hair... natural blondes can have brown roots right?
by Anonymous | reply 300 | June 18, 2017 2:26 AM |
"I always said she'd make a beautiful corpse. So glad I never put any money on it!"
by Anonymous | reply 301 | June 18, 2017 7:05 PM |
Well I guess we know who's NOT going as baby New Years!
by Anonymous | reply 302 | June 20, 2017 11:32 PM |
Officer, remind the coroner put on his reading glasses when he goes through baby's no-no.
John's missing his wedding ring.
Again.
by Anonymous | reply 303 | June 24, 2017 7:49 PM |
"Not a day will go by when I don't think of her. Every time I have a number two."
by Anonymous | reply 304 | January 8, 2018 10:31 PM |
[quote]No one grieves until I find my earrings.
My favorite DL quip ever.
by Anonymous | reply 305 | January 9, 2018 2:29 AM |
"Pineapple princess", he calls me pineapple princess all day As he plays his ukulele on the hill above the bay "Pineapple princess, I love you, you're the sweetest girl I've seen" "Some day we're gonna marry and you'll be my pineapple queen"
WELL I PUT A STOP TO THAT BULLSHIT!
by Anonymous | reply 306 | May 14, 2018 2:21 PM |
Burke stop dialing that phone with a pencil and get yourself an alibi.
by Anonymous | reply 307 | May 14, 2018 2:43 PM |
You have no right to search my basement
by Anonymous | reply 308 | July 3, 2018 11:18 AM |
BUMP—as JøñBéñèt is dragged down the stairs.
Okay, who was the sweetest little murder victim in Boulder?
JonBeignet Ramsey.
by Anonymous | reply 309 | July 26, 2018 5:19 PM |
Detective, stop yapping, grow a brain and, hence, figure out who wrote that horrible ransom note!
by Anonymous | reply 310 | July 26, 2018 5:36 PM |
[quote]No one grieves until I find my earrings.
OMG. I had forgotten that quip.
by Anonymous | reply 311 | July 31, 2018 2:46 PM |
BURKE! This is no way to draw attention to YOURSELF!
by Anonymous | reply 312 | December 1, 2019 12:07 AM |
R297 It is a good one :)
by Anonymous | reply 313 | December 8, 2020 5:06 AM |
Foreign FACTION??!! Oh detective the only foreign faction around here is my Mexican house cleaner, the lawn guys from El Salvador and the cute oriental woman who sewed her costumes. Which reminds me I need to give her a call since junior Miss homewrecker doesn’t need the chiffon anymore I can make a gorgeous bed jacket!
by Anonymous | reply 314 | February 4, 2021 11:14 PM |
R177 They didn't have fleshlights in the 90s, did they?
by Anonymous | reply 315 | July 18, 2021 4:28 AM |
I thought we couldn’t reply to threads from pre-2020.
by Anonymous | reply 316 | July 18, 2021 5:17 AM |
R27 You always have to be a contrarian, don't you?
by Anonymous | reply 317 | September 6, 2021 4:30 PM |
Only the good die young? I think we finally put that myth to bed!
by Anonymous | reply 318 | December 8, 2021 4:08 AM |
"Well, we all gotta go sometime... Can I get anyone a cup of coffee? ... I have Starbucks on speed dial."
by Anonymous | reply 320 | December 8, 2021 6:37 AM |
"I only want to talk about the nice things!"
by Anonymous | reply 321 | December 8, 2021 6:40 AM |
"Well the little bitch did use wire hangers, after I told her not to!"
by Anonymous | reply 322 | December 8, 2021 6:55 AM |
R316 you can on this one. carpe diem.
by Anonymous | reply 323 | February 28, 2022 2:54 PM |
"You hear on the news what a dangerous life these poor fallen souls lead. But you never expect to actually have a dead whore in your basement."
by Anonymous | reply 324 | February 28, 2022 3:15 PM |
never told JonBenet that life is fair.
by Anonymous | reply 325 | February 28, 2022 3:28 PM |
This thread is why I keep coming back to this shite hole of a site. You can make this wit up.
by Anonymous | reply 326 | February 28, 2022 5:33 PM |
bump
by Anonymous | reply 327 | October 11, 2022 5:47 AM |
Bump
by Anonymous | reply 328 | February 23, 2023 6:00 AM |
I've never believed the Ramsey's killed their daughter or Burke either. I watched one of her police interviews and she was adamant that they get off their asses and find the killer before they do this again. The cops really were incompetent. She died never knowing what happened or how it happened and knowing people blamed them.
by Anonymous | reply 329 | February 23, 2023 9:36 AM |