Why are the beautiful ones always crazy?
There is this woman down the street from me. She is gorgeous. She has the sweetest, salt and pepper hair and an accent like the queen’s, but she is crazy. She picks up litter. Not just in our street, I’ve seen her doing it on the main drag, and she steals cats. She has about fifty of them, all trapped in her house. She has an ass though that looks like it should taste of strawberry ice-cream.