Nah. It's aposematism, like the high-visibility warning stripes on a skunk or a yellowjacket or a coral snake. Mother Nature forgot to give her the "danger, stay away" stripes, so she was considerate enough to make them herself so that everyone she meets can know about the snakes in her head.
The babe's upper-arm is twice the size of her kid. Food stamp fed biceps.
ReplyDeleteThe other 3 mixed kids, holding skittles and Newports, couldn't fit in the photo.
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Warning label. Just like on a chain saw.
ReplyDeleteNah. It's aposematism, like the high-visibility warning stripes on a skunk or a yellowjacket or a coral snake. Mother Nature forgot to give her the "danger, stay away" stripes, so she was considerate enough to make them herself so that everyone she meets can know about the snakes in her head.
DeleteWhile we've all probably had a psycho b*tch (or two) I doubt any of ours had their own zip code. What a cow.
ReplyDeleteGo ahead. Step up to her and challenge her assertion. I dare you.
ReplyDeleteShe may be psycho, but somebody else was crazy enough to hit it.
ReplyDeleteThe last psycho I dealt with (please, God, let her be the last) weighed about 100 pounds. That's one of that gal's arms.
ReplyDeleteI see a silent plea for help in poor little girls eyes.
ReplyDeleteTruth in advertising. I didn't know is not an acceptable excuse in this case.
ReplyDeleteGood lookin' Ink...
ReplyDeleteDoes her own hair, does her own tattoo.
ReplyDeleteJail tat. Not surprising.
ReplyDeleteLooks like it was done in Sharpie.
DeleteHey Kenny, Would you please stop posting pictures of my written offed Sister!?! As it really embarrasses the hell out of the rest of our family!
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