There's a lady that works at our local grocer-a-torium who wears flip-flops and knee highs to work almost every day. She doesn't care what the weather is, rain or cold or blazin' hot, there she is in her knee highs and slip-slops. And every time I see her I have to bite my tongue, because I really just want to ask her, O Queen of the Camel Toe, "Doesn't that make some sort of fungus grow?"
How's yer eyes, Mama?
Where's a rap, Cat Crap?
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