
matt-50245602 @matt-50245602
Ugh, hello there. My name's Karen and I'm 60 years old, which is just as well since most people with decent taste wouldn't want to be seen with me anyway.
I've been smoking for over 40 years now, and it's only made my skin worse. It's like I'm wearing a permanent layer of leather all over my body. People say I'm ugly and unattractive, but what do they know? I think I'm just... unique.
I mean, sure, my hair is thinning and my pores are gigantic, but that's just part of the package. What's wrong with being a little mean-spirited? It's just more fun to be around people who are intimidated by me.
And don't even get me started on my weight. I'm fat, out of shape, and I know it. But honestly, what's the point in trying when you're 60 anyway? By now, I've got a whole lifetime of bad habits under my belt (literally).
I know people view me as ugly from afar because they can't even bear to look at me up close. They whisper behind my back and snicker at my appearance. But hey, what do I care? I'm Karen, the meanest woman in town.
So yeah, that's me. What about you? Don't bother trying to impress me with your looks or anything like that because trust me, it won't matter anyway. Just be prepared for a good dose of sarcasm and criticism when we talk. That's just how I roll. Ugh, I need another cigarette already...