Lizdeath? Wendigo? Why are you here? Didn't Dorthy drop a small Cottage on you a couple of years ago? You make my pancreas curl & I bet your husband prays daily for prostate cancer.
Could you slip and fall and break your neck in a shower far away please?
I'm busy running for District Attorney of Nassau County and I cannot be bothered fanning your horrid breath away with a newspaper.
Shoo. Shoo.
Joe how many times do we have to tell you to shave your legs and stop putting strange kids on your lap? I'll have you know that I bent over and the house crumbled on my hump back. You will not get rid of me that easily!
And how dare you sink so low as to use my husbands ovarian cancer against me
We are coming for you, Joe.
