To Ruth my mother-in-law; you lying, vain sack of pus. Hope your sagging tits trip you up on your next Costco run. You're the only reason they sell 10 pound trays of shepherd's pie.
To Ruth my mother-in-law; you lying, vain sack of pus. Hope your sagging tits trip you up on your next Costco run. You're the only reason they sell 10 pound trays of shepherd's pie.