I remember visiting my Grandma Ruth when she moved from Forest Hills, Queens to Collins Avenue in Miami Beach. She had the same shoes, the same hair, the same, strangely puffy lips, the EXACT same car and the same, overwhelming air of self-pity.
Her driver wasn't nearly that hot, though.
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Updated On: 7/16/12 at 03:24 PM