If you ask me, this car crash was a blessing in disguise. I mean, how could she possibly function normally? Did she have someone feeding and bathing her? She certainly couldn't have...serviced herself or others. What kind of existence could she have had for the past thirty years?
And exactly how does one decide to go for a record like this? I mean, my nails rarely make it past the tips of my fingers due to a horrific habit of gnawing on them to abate stress. But the few instances when I got acrylics, I was barely functional. Surely having 30 foot long fingernails is rather restrictive.
Seriously, though? She looks like a scary old witch. I think it's the combination of the bleached out skank hair with the nails that does it. Remind me to never, never let myself look like this when I get old.

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