This was posted here a long time ago by someone.
You pay for your wife's (Marryin' Jonz) cocaine habit with a check. Later, she denies any relationship with the local coke dealer, Victor Vector, and denies knowing about the check. Soon afterwards, she and her new boyfriend are observed by DEA agents in Canada, and later in Hawaii, with Chuck Frank, who in 1988 was involved in one of the most infamous cocaine busts of all time. At first, both she and her boyfriend deny knowing Chuck Frank, then when cornered, they admit to knowing Frank and traveling to meet him. She later admits to knowing Victor Vector, but now claims he was a Herbalife rep. She then claims that her wealth is the reason why a $7000 check to the local Herbalife rep would go unnoticed. "I'm rich," she arrogantly boasts, "$7000 may seem like a lot of money to you, but to me even $200,000 isn't very much."
Street-smart Marryin' would never pay $7000 to a street vendor for a "Rolex" watch. She's yet to explain why she paid $7000 for Herbalife products?
Victor Vector, by the way, is under indictment for developing, manufacturing and selling a previously undetectable isomer of methamphetamine he names "clear."
In the meantime, DEA agents find a ledger detailing the deliveries of cocaine, heroin, marijuana and "clear" to a dozen high-profile users and convinces a few to turn State's evidence to get at Victor Vector--corroborating your wife's cocaine habit along the way. Her "daddy", a notorious pimp named Fill Nite, desperately wants to see her case disappear. He has a huge investment in her, dressing her up in schoolgirl outfits for the johns. She's been one of the most productive 'hoes in his stable, despite her addiction to coke and crank. He claims that when he first tricked her out, she wasn't on drugs, expecting the rest of us to believe that years of wallowing in the gutter with every sleazebag on the street didn't change her.
Even though Marryin' claims to be powered by Girl Scout cookies and milk, she offers no logical reason why she takes practice urinalysis tests, guzzles cranberry juice and Golden Seal, nor why she subscribes to High Times and donates money to NORML?
Which do you expect us to believe: you fell off a turnip truck, or the rear door to a fishmongers truck came loose and red herrings are scattered all over town?