*note for those playing the home game, they lived next door to my former friend who freaked out, cheated on her husband, dated that lawyer that was skeezy with tasseled loafers and a Grimace body and offered me 'shrooms the first time we met. Classy.
So. It turns out that crazy wife of the sex show fame also freaked out, started selling my friend (the cheater) DRUGS (like, IN THE HOUSE. WITH THE KIDS ON A PLAYDATE RIGHT THERE!!!), tried to buy 100 THOUSAND DOLLARS worth of merchandise at Nordstroms on a credit card (dude. That's a lot of freaking shoes. I'm just saying. I don't think I could find $100K worth of clothing/sundries in a department store), and then when her card was declined, TOOK IT ANYWAY, had the police chase her home, and then she was thrown in jail while her husband was on a business trip. She got cheater friend to bail her out, freaked out on her husband when he got home, called the police on a "domestic abuse" charge, and she is now cooling her heels in a psychiatric hospital in Colorado, and they are officially divorced.
Why yes I did run into the husband at the gym, why do you ask? He's all beefy (gross) and 'roided out, but he's a nice guy.
Whoever thought that moving the the 'burbs meant a slow-paced life, there's your rebuttal.