The Loves of my Life
a picture of my first wife, Babs. She was a good woman, and could really take
a punch. She died. Believe it or not, I was under investigation for a while...LIKE
I DID IT OR SOMETHING! No, what happened was, she hit me back once...and then
she died. Anyway, what she died of was INTERNAL INJURIES. Yes, internal injuries.
I only hit her on the outside. How could I possibly be responsible for her INTERNAL
injuries? I ask you.
This is a picture of my second wife, Flora. Isn't she beautiful? She was the most beautiful of all the ladies in my life. I really miss her because she is so beautiful. Sadly, we were only married for about 8 months when she died. She fell down a flight of stairs. I WASN'T HOME AT THE TIME. Neither was she. We were both upstairs at my cousins house when the "accident" occured. I was questioned in her death too. I guess they always have to talk to the husband in these cases. All I can tell you about that sad day is that she was really yelling at me about something, and then she fell down the stairs. I wasn't really responsible.
This is Yvette. Unlike the others, she did not die. She left me. O.K., to put it more precisely, she disappeared. Never to be seen by me again. Actually, never to be seen by anyone again. At least I wasn't questioned for murder this time. I was questioned in her disappearance however. I guess they always have to talk to the husband in these cases.
Yes, we used to argue a lot but I truly loved her. She died. She got hit by a
car. She really took a bad hit. The car was wrecked terribly. I loved that car.
It especially got a lot of damage when it backed over her a few times. Yeah, that
was a great car. Oh, she was a great wife, too.
Here is a picture of my wife Gretchen. She was a nice lady. She died and I guess I can be blamed for this one, but it was an accident. I was cleaning my gun. Gretchen was yelling at me about something at the time. Anyway, like I said, I was cleaning my gun and I asked if she could help. I needed her to look into the barrel of the gun to see if it was clean enough. The gun went off accidentally and killed her. It was horrible, and really sad. You know how much those bullets cost? Anyway, I explained the whole thing to the police and they let me go. It seems that the police were really busy at the time, with Yvette's dissappearance and all.
Winifred. She used to wear this outfit every minute of every day. I divorced her.