The autistic fannypack is like a back gunt. A tribute to her husband.*The clash if the fannypack/jacket
* The length of the skirt and wtf is that layering? F
* Mmm calf boots in fake suede, brown and black...
* 5️ days face trying to hide that shame and humiliation.
It'd almost borderline art in how fucking bad is is.
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At least she matched the quilt?
how much you want to bet she's not wearing socks with those fishing boots either*The clash if the fannypack/jacket
* The length of the skirt and wtf is that layering? F
* Mmm calf boots in fake suede, brown and black...
* 5
It'd almost borderline art in how fucking bad is is.
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She’s not even wearing stockings with a thigh high dress in 20 degree weather ffs. Bitch is tacky af and prepared for nothing, mirroring the event and her gunted owner.
To be fair with those glasses that accentuate her humungous (((schnoz)) and that disaster of an outfit there's not a single angle that would make her look any better.
Her mannerisms are very similar to Susan Schofield's.
Her teeth are way too big for her mouth so her lips do this weird dragging motion every time she goes to talk. She's very dysgenic looking and gives off uncanny valley vibes. Also I bet she stinks all the time.
She looks like those rat faced chinky wojak memes. Look at her jaw, she should use hyperfang and the building will collapse.
Ralph has bigger tits than Meigh.
Whatever breast feeding occurred did her no favors and in the end left her with less than she started with. Let’s hope Mexican formula isn’t cut because Rozy ain’t getting any decent meals from that chest nowadays.
Unless she sucks pure whiskey from Ralph's tits.
I can't get over the body language that first picture. Ralph despises his horse. He's so fucking irritated by her presence and he wants her off of him asap. Meanwhile the horse is so happy she can LARP being a sexy tradwife in front of all those men, as well as force herself on the Gunt.
I kind wonder if it isn't her ED peaking through again, it gives me vibes of Eugenia Cooney.
She's such a nonce horse that even the ralphamalé somehow feels violated by her mistaking him for a sugar cube. Truly the 5 starrest of days.
You can visibly see his quadruple tits protruding that fugly target sweater.
They're poverty stricken Mexicans living in a musty tin shack, which is about the same imo.
