All I have to say about the townhouses is "Judy Judy Judy. Her fusia lipstick and Misty brand ciagrettes stung my naive mind more than the botox she so desperately needed would have stung any old, uncanny and tar-covered classy broad. Her shrill voice, screaming above the riots of the constantly burning dumpsters, was like a belt sander scraping against steel.
Let me not forget Judy's faithful spider monkey, Wanda. Oh Wanda. What matron of the sludge would be complete without an excessive amount of burlap to fill in' Her one dimension and undeniable unibrow left my pretty little dizzy wondering what kind of woman could ever be held under the contolling reign of Judy - the amateur dominatrix in a syphony of flannel. Yes, Wanda ... Judy Johnson's dangerouly - close - to - ------- sidekick whose choke chain Judy always held a little bit too tightly.
The townhouses ... move there if you're into orange shag carpeting, mauve lipstick, cheap wood paneling, sofas on grass, burning-man dumpsters, nitrus on the patios, and marajuana that could easily be mistaken for poison ivy.
Judy Johnson: Trucking through snow sleet, and dark of night - making sure that no MISTY goes unsmoked, no Wanda goes untamed, and no visitors park in designated spots. What would the world do without Judy' I tell you, it would be sheer anarchy. Fusia lipstick would go unworn, papercilps would go unused, and frat boys all over the world would know not the meaning of a real woman.

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From: darciesosa	Date: 01/23/2008
This is so funny.

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