“She had purple hair at the time and a stickpin through her nose…there are pictures of her mid-birth with people just hanging out that are so disgusting!”
Is it any wonder that this girl is whole bag of crazy? I would probably go around dressed like a tranny at the Wonka Factory too if my mom had given birth next to the organic cheese platter at some hippie house party. Kids are meant to come into this world at hospitals with nurses chattering and a doctor who pops in between golf rounds to charge three-grand for the ability not to hurl at the sight of yoked out bloody vaginas. There’s a reason we have traditions.