Karen Harrelson had to hear it from her live-in boyfriend one more time because she couldn’t believe what he was telling her.
“You’re fucking with me?” Gregory L. Stambaugh said. “That woman couldn’t sing shit if her life depended on it.”
Karen thinking it through in her head. Gregory telling her something that weren’t true. The little shit. Except this time she wasn’t fucking with him. There was no way that the black chick was the next American Idol. No fucking way. Not whilst she had breath left in her own body. Gregory needed to be taught a lesson.
By Vincent Holland
Inspired by the case of the Pennsylvania couple stabbing over American Idol – http://dailymail.co.uk