So, my mother is like an escaped Disney Princess. She really is. Everything she says and does and how she looks and sounds... Yep.
...And then I see this:
This looks like something you'd find in a serial killer's fridge.
"Lazagha" I think that's supposed to be lasagna.
I should film a horror movie and just call it "Lazagha" and not say why.
...
This is what gave birth to me.
...
and I just-
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