Every time I see her she seems to be in agony. The eleventh month is always the hardest.
She must’ve saw her reflection in the door.
Who’s kid is she spawning? Godzillas? Bitch is HUGE.
“Oh my God, those jeans. I can’t even”.
“Ugh! I just made eye contact with gingham!”
like one of those half woman half snake ladies.
yet somehow still beautiful in a way you can’t describe.
I just can’t say anything mean about Uma. The poor woman is having a tough pregnancy, it looks like.
Don’t panic Uma… Your shopping cart full of cans is around there somewhere.
At this stage of pregnancy she can’t even tolerate the smell of her own farts.
“Yes, I’m hungry, but not for this. I think I’ll go get a nice hot bowl of axle grease.”
I just watched Pulp Fiction and you had to post this!
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