So I’m a little fascinated by today’s News and Observer article on death row inmates and their last meals.
Check this out:
“Texas murderer Stanley Baker in May 2002 ordered two 16-ounce rib-eyes; 12 strips of bacon; two large hamburgers with mayo, onion and lettuce; two large baked potatoes with butter, sour cream, cheese, and chives; four slices of cheese or one-half pound of grated cheddar cheese; a chef salad with blue cheese dressing; two ears of corn; one pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream and four vanilla Cokes or Mr. Pibb.”
“I’m looking forward to the last meal… but not the part that comes after.”
Did Baker mean for him, or the poor fool who had to clean up that mess?
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