The salsa served at some of the restaurants in Kansas apparently packed too much of a punch, not from spicy jalapeños, but because it was laced with pesticide. Yum! We can only assume that’s a family recipe.
A married couple who worked at two different branches of Mi Ranchito restaurant, near Kansas City, was arrested after poisoning the salsa there. The husband, who confessed he was trying to get revenge for losing his job (loss of job, potential fatality, that’s a very fair and equal trade-off, I’d say), faces a maximum penalty of 10 years in prison with a fine of up to $250,00. His wife, the one who actually slipped in the poison, has already been sentenced to 87 months in jail, with a penalty of $478,000 in restitution.
While it might be small comfort for the 36 patrons, suffering anything from cramps and nausea on up to symptoms so severe they had to be taken to hospital, at least they didn’t get the fish. When in doubt, always get the chicken instead of the fish.
Until this weekend, Las Vegas was mythical. It was a magical place where movie plots really happened, booze flowed like water and the women made the coeds at FSU look like junior prom material.
A little over a year and a half ago, after years of fighting it off, I got absorbed into the world of reality television. I found out VH1 was doing their latest reality series on Poison’s Bret Michaels. Being a huge Poison fan, I found myself sucked into the vortex that became “Rock of Love” by the thought of Michaels fighting off numerous women, and the possibility that I might get to see CC DeVille relapse and do a line of blow off the forehead of one of these skanks after they passed out from the routine Tuesday morning bender.
Nearly five months ago to this day, former President George Bush said