With an iconic flair for resting bitch face,she ironed bumper stickers to her lapels,but her coffin was just plywood in placeof expensive dead folks’ furniture, never on sale.
I know you, asshole, and I was being decentwhen I thought your bed should be covered in mint.I recognize your hair, idiot, and she lived upto her Chilton shoes with your dollop of Cool Whip.