It's a miracle! She can walk! She can run! She can occupy a jail cell that isn't handicap equipped!
I guess whatever happens in Las Vegas, stays in a Las Vegas cell.
I'm not a big believer in special enhancements for punishing crime, but pretending to be wheelchair-bound just so she can sue communities is pretty low.
Can I have her handicap parking sticker?
(Headline corrected to the movie title. I confess I'm in love with Genevieve Gorder, formerly of Trading Spaces, and I must've had her on my mind. That, or this room needs to be painted.)
