|BJ Blowing Horse Bitch|
|location||New Fucking Jersey, You Got a Problem Wid Dat?|
|gender||Almost Female, Smells like Rotten Pork-Fat|
face, phisique, car, clothes, house ...
|Frumpy. Think cottage cheese meets acid. Usually has a horses cock in her mouth.||Oh, you mean I was supposed to type the bad stuff HERE?|
sex, love, marriage, parents, friends ...
|Sex? A guy has to slap her thigh and ride the wave in! Parent's tossed her out to the pig pen when she was 2. They thought she'd get better with age.||The only friends she can have are other fat, ugly, retarded fatfucks like herself. Well, them, Peeps, and Mr. Simmons.|
job, hobby, sport, illegal ...
|Smuggling illegal aliens into the country in her twat. She was responsible for 9/11. Had her smelly cunt not been so stretched out, they'd never have snuck in here.||Bossy and stuff like Hilter. It's her way and that's it. The only sports she can watch are the crabs pole vaulting from her twat into the toilet, since it's safer there.|
motivation, temperament ...
Chocolate, Fava Beans, Pork Fat, and a drippy cunt.
|Thinks the band "they might be giants" is God. Would like to snort Chris Farley's ashes while being eaten out by Martha Stewart.|
what will this personality stereotype achieve ...
|After death, all that lard will preserve the body like the soap woman at the Muter Museum in Philadelphia.||Will end up marrying a loser, who will leave her for the pool boy before they're 4th anniversary. Will never actually find her Prince Charming because everyone will see through her in the end.|