I can't read lips, unless they're in braille

I love it when a guest on Maury, who in a surprise twist to the paternity test of a guy she was sure was the Father ….now doesn’t know who the baby’s daddy is…and so runs to the backstage and doesn’t make it to the sofa and hits the floor sobbing…while the presumed daddy calls her all sorts of mean (but true) names…

it sort of makes me wistful about not being raised white trash and seriously upset at my Parents for being upstanding pillars of the community who lived in a Pink Bubble….

I started drinking out of a jar only last month…and a ‘still’ was just another name for an old fashioned picture…