She's not just reached the point of not giving a fuck about what she looks like when she steps out the door, she's raced past it, turned around, snuck up behind it and clubbed it with a mallet.
Unless she's laying out an upcoming defense strategy in case AG Sessions ever awakens(someone poke him, check his pulse)because I'd buy it seeing get-ups like this if I was on that jury. I think the 2 weeks between hair shampoos really clinches the sale too.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow multiple actual individuals' handwritten blogs. (Bot news aggregators don't thrill me.) Looking them over, many are current serving or former military and a couple are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. Or just funny as all. Because life without humor is just despair. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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She's not just reached the point of not giving a fuck about what she looks like when she steps out the door, she's raced past it, turned around, snuck up behind it and clubbed it with a mallet.
Unless she's laying out an upcoming defense strategy in case AG Sessions ever awakens(someone poke him, check his pulse)because I'd buy it seeing get-ups like this if I was on that jury. I think the 2 weeks between hair shampoos really clinches the sale too.
Concur.
Usually you only see this level of total apathy in terminal cancer patients.
Given who she is, who's she's married to, and what she can look forward to, I think she'd probably rather have the disease.
Because there's no chemo that's going to fix what she's got.
I think she is working on the Vincent Gigante " bathrobe defense" really.
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