DEAR GOD:
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. We get it: YOU CONTINUE TO LABOR UNDER THE DELUSION THAT YOU STILL LOOK HOT IN THIS. Allow me to be frank, Pammy: YOU DON'T. You're starting to look SCARY AND DESPERATE and it is BUMMING ME OUT. Pardon me for being so blunt, but you need a Get a Grip friend in the worst way, babe. You're only 42, but clinging to your old school crotchtacular ridiculousness is making you look at least five years older thanks to its shiny veneer of TRAGIC. I BEG OF YOU: LOOK INTO PANTS, AND YOUR DIGNITY.
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH. We get it: YOU CONTINUE TO LABOR UNDER THE DELUSION THAT YOU STILL LOOK HOT IN THIS. Allow me to be frank, Pammy: YOU DON'T. You're starting to look SCARY AND DESPERATE and it is BUMMING ME OUT. Pardon me for being so blunt, but you need a Get a Grip friend in the worst way, babe. You're only 42, but clinging to your old school crotchtacular ridiculousness is making you look at least five years older thanks to its shiny veneer of TRAGIC. I BEG OF YOU: LOOK INTO PANTS, AND YOUR DIGNITY.
