Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rachel Merrill for July 08, 2011

Hi, I’m Nancy Grace. Tonight — a high school coach and his secret golf-course lover!

Gil will get to know this broad very well over the summer. Those two giant flasks in the pockets of her MCC frock ensure that. What’ll it be GIl? Vodka or Scotch?

Her body language is all about c’mon over Gil. What would be in those flasks at 8:00 AM anyhow.

Cliff: When I see Nancy Grace, I see a helmethead hairdo.

Is that Molly? I have no idea. Writers, Gil needs to call people by name so I know who you thought you were drawing.

Let’s see. Gil is there, with the head golf pro, on the golf course, talking about teaching, and the girl asks him what he’s doing here. It must be Milford’s favorite blonde, Molly.

She’ll wash his balls and have his putter standing on end.

Gil feels it’s the most beautiful black & white golf course ever.

“Coach Thorp! What are you doing here? They don’t allow teachers in this club.”

“The kids….so eager to learn…..their firm young thighs….their supple breasts…..well Hello Molly!!!!”

Appears to be Molly — hard to tell, though, without her Molly coffee mug.

Why it’s Molly Catherine Cinsella (sic)!

Hey grshpornh Ted says “Make mine moxie!”.

Hi, I’m Nancy Grace. You know the woman with snakes for hair.

One night of bliss and 10-20 years in the slammer…