Reports are going around saying that the Queen of Crazy, at least is what I like to refer to her as, is having some trouble breathing and might be on her way out to the pasture in the sky. She's old, old people die, that's life.
If she didn't weight her old ass down with all that tacky ass jewelry their probably wouldn't be so much pressure and strain on that wrinkled prune known as her body.
The pic above reminds of how a retard looks when you swing something shiny in front of them, either that or a just another crazy old lady that smells like moth balls and wet depends.
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