A grasswipe female has no time for politics.
You know, she's an embarrassment for Skins, too, making his real-estate look silly.
But there is, happily, a solution.
Dear old sweet Lu, the late hostess of the cooking and baking forum, hasn't been replaced yet, even though it's been like since last July.
I think Judy grasswire would be a great hostess for the cooking and baking forum, and it'd keep her too busy to be running around making herself look like a fool all over the rest of Skins's island.
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You of course remember dear old sweet Lu, the Lucinda primitive, and her most unhappy fate, consumed by hookworms eating her from the inside of her bowels out, but it was her own fault.
Dear old sweet Lu had been having some health problems that made her lazy, lethargic, lassitude-ny, apathetic. She was always too weak and too tired to tend to the cooking and baking forum, which suffered greatly without her leadership.
The classic symptoms of hookworm, and living where she [was], the ideal geographic location, in the isolated hollows and hills of Appalachia.
Every time she went to the doctor, he told her, "pull up your dress, pull down your panties, bend over, so I can take a look."
But dear old sweet Lu was a lady, and ooooh, an elegant one, the way she always used the genteel snobbish "dinner" for the
hoi polloi commonsensical practical "supper."
No way in Hell was she going to allow the doctor to see that part of her; never mind that most physicians have seen thousands of rectal apertures, and don't get any jollies out of it.
So she always insisted, "no, it's my heart; look at my heart," or her stomach or her lungs or her liver or her brain, instead.
And she got "treated" for those "problems," rather than the
real problem.
And was thus ultimately consumed, from the inside of her bowels out.
