Not ready for primetime. She should know better. Worse than eatin’ a corndog. Worse than not going to family reunion. Worse than missin’ Elvis deathday. All of that and more.
I haven’t begun to cover all of the worse thans.
lol...
Can you describe what it’s like to be lost in that fantasy of yours? It sounds a lot like a bad acid trip. Are their ponies and unicorns?
Really...help us understand the inner workings of the troll mind. I’ll bet you were the class clown in high school. Still there?