There's no husband.<quoted text>I'm kind of thinking there's no husband now. I think it's all you, Angie.(there's that "victory dance" again, dem ... really peculiar... steadily more incoherent as we pull ever harder, on those tired, leathery-tipped tits ...)
Who'd fk that let alone marry it.
She has a couple of topix characters she pretends are her friends.
She used to go on and on about her mothers sexual proclivities and how her fathers co ck tastes like ringworm