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"You're gonna wimp out, aren't you?" Taunts this mom, mere seconds before her tongue gets stabbed by a Stevie Nicks look-alike at the local Piercing Pagoda.
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This brassy MILTH grits her way through tat inflicted back pain, all the while cracking wise on her weight. "I'm fat!" No, you're awesome! |
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Unlike our first MILTH with a gun, this grandmommy was obviously raised on a shooting range. Just try "drawing on her" again and, by god, she'll shoot you in "the toodles." Plus, she's gotta be famous by now.
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She won't stop talking about a dual-purpose sex toy at the dinner table. It's this big? Well, I seen bigger!
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Don't even think about talking about a sex toy at dinner. This mom'll break your arm. |
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This mom probably did break her arm. Watch her hold on to a trampoline for dear life as the street urchin in the princess-pink track pants attempts to drag her around, an attack that the mom just chuckles off. MILTHs keep their cool!
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