Bonnie Mace
Omigod, I was just in a car wreck. Some man-faced woman just rear-ended me. I was on my cell phone, playing suduko while waiting for the light to turn green, and this drab-n-dowdy witch with too much rouge rams my car. Then backs away, pulls up next to me, flicks her lit cigarette into my window and says “Put THAT in your museum-go-round, ya pussy!” That’s when I recognized her as Lady Elaine Fairchild! I always knew she was a bitch.

Omigod, I was just in a car wreck. Some man-faced woman just rear-ended me. I was on my cell phone, playing suduko while waiting for the light to turn green, and this drab-n-dowdy witch with too much rouge rams my car. Then backs away, pulls up next to me, flicks her lit cigarette into my window and says “Put THAT in your museum-go-round, ya pussy!” That’s when I recognized her as Lady Elaine Fairchild! I always knew she was a bitch.