This woman absolutely terrifies me.
I think she might be the devil.
A neighbor of mine back home, a real old Southern woman named Shirley, always asks me to get P.Deen’s autograph for her. But I’m scared. I think she would smile, rip my face off, fry it in butter until golden brown, then sprinkle powdered sugar on it and serve it to an unassuming audience member.
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She’d put butter on an aspirin, so your face is no different.