Clearly, my obsession with skinny old bitches with helmut hair decked out in crazy outfits and fur is a testament to my mommy. Sigh, I can't wait to be old, I mean really old.
I love her best when she's broke down, angry, and glamorous, all at once. (This isn't "really" her, but then again, neither is she.)
Why is she smiling? Make it stop.
Again, not her, but why quibble?
Two of the greatest old bitches of all time.
Not Anna. But if you don't have a soul, does it matter?