I know that one too, Funkin'...It's like an entire pack of chewed up pink bubblegum covered in matted, mangy hair soaked in three day old clam juice. It was so bad I nearly refused to use a bowling pin on her. I was going to steal her wedding ring after she passed out, but it seems she never had one. I found her crack stash next to her collection of lost teeth (all the gold removed from them), receipts totaling $35 from Cash for Gold, and food stamps.
Bad day. Bad, bad day...
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