Please remember the time that I contributed to charity, bought girl scout cookies, bit my lip when a hairy man with a tank top walked by, housed my crack house brother in law for over a year and restrained myself from smacking the old hag at Barnes & Noble.
Remember all this and don't send me directly to Hell for laughing until my stomach hurt at THIS.
Really God. I'm sorry. I hope she's okay, sincerely.
But damn, I had a good laugh.