Oh my goodness, what is that? They call that a Jocelyn Wildstein and I'm pretty sure she either ate bad shellfish or went overboard with the plastic surgery. Whatever the case may be, that is one scary looking face to be staring at. How much alcohol would it take for me to sleep with the lion from Chronicles of Narnia? I would need something along the lines of fifty five sake bombs in fifty five minutes and then a bottle of Patron to make sure I really can't see a thing while this is going on. Then I would pray she is somehow gone before I wake up because waking up next that would be more traumatizing than spending a week in jail.
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