The old maid speaks

Check out this house designed by a student of Frank Lloyd Wright. It has a silo in the middle of the living room contained within is a stereo, flat screen TV and a slide-out cocaine line cutting board. The jacuzzi is in the middle of the master bedroom for all to see your rolls and blemishes. And the bathroom sinks have been updated and...bbbbrrrrrrrrrrfffffp. What!? Lynda? What did you say? Was that the gas from your ass commenting on the basin-style sinks? I'm sniffing, but I'm not smelling anything. You're just talking away and just a little bit louder I might add. You mean, you eat food that escapes your body through your ass without an odor? How devine! How truly deitific.

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