So hey, holler loudly if you have never gone to the pharmacy braless with your brain-damaged husband to write a rubber check for Miralax, Potassium, prednisone, and generic female incontinence panties, gotten a TOTAL flat in one of your rent-money new tires and had to wait for not one but TWO tow trucks so you could do The Ugly Cry at your mechanic between coughs and trickles, pausing only to wipe the blood from the corners of your mouth. Okay so now shut up and quit bragging, because it's making me hate you and I feel kinda violent today.
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