If only she could run as fast as her mascara.
I'm thinking that the first thing that gets broken in her cell block are those specs.
The advisory from Mom and Dad should have been "don't leave the house."
Popeye's bastard son.
Honey, this isn't for the school yearbook.
Oh, my God! They've arrested Moms Mabley!
Seen a ghost?
Inmate comes ready to assemble.
A perfect example of what repeated extensions can do to your scalp.
Dinner last night: Sandwich.
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