Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Frank Russo Testifies About Jimmy Dimora's Four Priorities in Life
Posted by Vince Grzegorek on Tue, Feb 14, 2012 at 11:36 AM
The warm-up acts have all come and gone. In the hallowed halls of the federal courthouse in Akron, we now welcome the main act to the stage in the Jimmy Dimora trial.
Yes, Frank Russo took the stand this morning, and this is what we've all been waiting for. Russo, who is staring down the barrel of a two decade-plus prison sentence right now, is looking to spill every bean in his little head for the Feds in hopes that his stay at Club Fed will be shortened.
There's bound to be an avalanche of entertainment as the former auditor talks, and talks, and talks, but one gem already fell from the disgraced Democrat's mouth.
Via 19 Action News:
When he was asked about Dimora's likes and dislikes, he listed four priorities. Dimora's backyard pool "the love of his life", expensive drinks "top shelf stuff", cash "he really liked cash" and pretty girls "prostitutes."
The love of his life. Not the prostitutes. Not his wife. Not his kids.
Who else can picture Big Jimmy going home tonight and sitting next to the pool while whispering sweet nothings into the water? Just us? OK.
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He has to sit next to the pool because whenever he gets in, the pool overflows. This problem has frustrated big 'ol Jimmy D for years, confusing him almost as much as why the tide always comes in when he gets into the ocean.
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dislikeHow can we reduce to a ballad or a song
The pain Cleveland feels for those who did us wrong
Be it Anthony, Frank, Jimmy or King James
The net betrayal is all the same
We put our dreams into trust and hope
And then we see ourselves sliding down the same old slope
We trust the rich guy, the politician, the star
Then find ourselves drunk and crying at the same old bar
We laugh it off, and drink some more
Tell a few jokes and become the same old bore
Our friends still laugh, even though its' not funny
The waitress brings drinks and calls us all honey
We cry in our beer, we blur our whole sight
Someone says go Steelers and we get into a fight
A friend drives us home still in blood, sweat and tears
And we stumble inside to cry some more in our beer
