I'd empty a large container of Morton Salt on it. I am so very weary of these attention sluts. Really. I would NEVER date one, let alone marry one.
What, pray tell, is the point of being "beautiful" on the outside when the soul is so fuckin' gross a fly wouldn't land on it not even to take a shit.
To me, this describes this Monica Brant creature. I want nothing to do with such a being, such a foul creature as one whose entire existence is live to pose, pose to live.
Monica is now crying cuckodile tears. Yes. I said it. Cuckodile tears. Gross.