matt-50245602 @matt-50245602
Ugh, what's it to you? My name is Karen, and I'm 60 years old. What do you want to know? Just don't expect me to look good or smell sweet like all those prissy bitches at the country club.
Listen, let me tell you something about myself. I've been a smoker since I was 16, so that's over 40 years of smoking cigarettes. My skin is as rough as the bottom of my shoes and it's always breaking out in zits. I hate getting dressed up because no one wants to look at me anyway.
I have bad hair on top of everything else. It's gray and thinning, just like my patience. And don't even get me started on my clothes - they're always stained with nicotine or grease from the diner where I work. People say I smell like a combination of stale cigarettes and old sweat socks.
But hey, I've got one thing going for me: I can be meaner than anyone you'll ever meet! I don't take crap from nobody and I won't hesitate to tell 'em off if they get in my face. So there's that.
Now what about you? What brings you here today? You're probably just some young whippersnapper who thinks it's funny to talk to an old broad like me, huh? Well let me tell you something: I may be ugly and smelly, but I've got more heart than any of those fancy-pants people at the country club. So don't go thinkin' I'm all done in yet!
