Day Three at the Twisted Sister's, and she is getting on my last damn nerve. All she does all day is screech at the children and run around like a brained loon, and when it's finally time to put the kids down, she retreats to her sweltering patio and sucks down a stinky clove cigarette (the equivalent of meth clinic treatment for female ex-smokers
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Oh, wait, THAT'S why we need guns...
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