The ruins of her face somehow imploded further. I thought that was physically impossible.
Thar she blows:
Image courtesy of David Shankbone, licensed under the GNU Free Documentation License.
Serious self-tanner malfunction? (LOL, I just typed "elf-tanner." Obviously not a product Rosie would use.)
No, I guess she just crept into an oven to get at the cookie batter before it solidifies into cookies. So stick a fork in her: She's done!
Before, it was bad enough:
Image courtesy of Jason Chatting, licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 License.
Now, no doubt due to the same hormone imbalance that caused her hoplophobia, she felt compelled to slap on ten times the amount. Clearly, this knocks her from a 2 down to a 1.
(Yes, of course I've seen a 0. I tried to take a photo of her, but she broke the camera. No joke.)
Or maybe she's such a hoplophobe 'cause every time she passes a mirror she's tempted to improve her looks and state of mind by shooting herself? Anyway, Rosie, you are not allowed to spook folks with that mug of yours, and if you do run around without your bag on, I think you should go to prison.
Man, it'll be a sad day in Heifer County when Kelli Carpenter decides to have her eyesight restored… 6+1= Major mismatch.
"I mean would you want to wake up next to that? … Would you want to kiss that face?"
— The Donald
True in 2006, twice as true now. The Donald rules.
His comb over, you say?
"I don't say my hair is my greatest strength in the world, but it's not terrible," says he.
I agree. That puts him head and shoulders over everybody's favorite gun control freak.
Now, you wonder, what could poor Rosie do to escape comments like these? In fact, there are two things.
First, she could eat less — about a ton a day. Second, she could stop making light of other folks' right to self-defense.
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