Gramma Golddigger?

It's a great call. He's beloved virtually everywhere else.

In the Bizzaro World, my (awful cook) mother went through a phase in the same time period where she would top virtually everything with crushed potato chips, bake it casserole-style, and serve it...TO GUESTS. There were green bean dishes, noodles bakes, and, I kid you not, Potatoes Au Gratin topped with crushed…

I think she misunderstands the title, and thinks she's got it in the bag.

I'm more puzzled that her upper arm seems to have approximately the same circumference as my pointer finger.

I guess we'll never know now what he was planning to strain.

Who in their right mind told her THAT looked goo...oh, never mind.

Sweet Baby Jesus that boy in the top photo has a purdy mouth!

Maybe for the shrunken testicle?

You don't dare cover that.

Depends...

A Chiclet would be too small.

Not really a fan of those fundamentalist reform zealots, but I pretty much can guarantee that her husband seeing me in leggings would put all lustful thoughts out of his filthy head.

I don't think he quite has the wingspan to make it anyway.

Who will remove fans' signs from the garden now?

I can't forgive her for all the daughters and mothers and sisters she's enabled him to victimize over the decades through her silent complicity.

Pretty sure it's Lupus.

Except this may have been another one of her routine 18-hour post-drinking "naps", he prepared something while she was passed out, and commenced to have a snack.

Is it okay to say they're all corny-assed?