Because you'll want to look especially tanned and fabulous when a narcoleptic cartoonist presents you with a drawing of the character you inspired.
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The compound is under construction. Gathering enough plywood, galvanized tin and used trailers takes time, not to mention stockpiling all the shotgun ammo, canned goods and bourbon.
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It's precisely this type of postthat keeps me coming back time after time.
I wanna be that glamorous. I wanna look like a Louis V purse. After years of toting wallets and lipsticks and wire hangers.
I initially misread "narcoleptic" as "necrophiliac".
I am glad I was mistaken.
What did Joan Crawford die of? If it wasn't skin cancer, I don't know how she managed to dodge that bullet.
Barbara, heart attack after a bout with pancreatic cancer. Famous last quote, when she heard a housekeeper praying for her:
"DAMN IT! DON'T YOU DARE ASK GOD TO HELP ME!"
Splotchy, now THAT'S comedy!
Beth, lol. My aunt Irma, from Georgia, once described a woman who had moved to Florida and gone tan, as (imagine the thick Savannah, GA accent here) "lookin' like a beat-up old leather bag"
Dr MVM, thank you, come again!
NO WIRE HANGERS!!!
Heh heh heh...thank you, Mr. Miller. I was wondering who'd reference that.
I think I need to start wearing turbans. Then I won't have to worry about finding a colorist in Dhaka.
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