The One Without Herpes Got Married
“And so, child, on that day, though your mother was not the most famous one, or the prettiest, nor did her vagina crack and ooze and fester like her sister, but for that brief moment it was her time to shine beautifully in the sun and display her panties for all the cameras to see. It was as if she was a princess, albeit briefly, and the world was her oyster.
Until your aunt Instagram’d a tit the next morn, and what little memory of that day was scattered to the wind, lost forever to time. God, I hate that cunt.
Sweet dreams now!”