Not even a neck-slitting serial killer would creep on that fatty for fear of catching a disease. I one day guarantee that grass will cease to grow within a 5yd radius of her buried carcass when she inevitably dies of a stroke. It's fitting that she once cosplayed as a fictional object with an unquantifiable size:Late night double feature picture show. Lynn and her friend / final form, Julie. Both mentally ill con-glomerates. The latter was also laughed at when she said that Vic creeped on her. Somehow more of a hot mess since we last saw her.
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