I was in quence’s section 8 apartment helping her find her a cheese stick (she it was her last one and her ebt card was empty) when I tripped over one of her dead cats. I reflexively reached for her arm for balance but as we’ll know she’s extremely lopsided and fat so that just made her fall on top of me. Now I’m trapped under 500 pounds of retard and she’s too fat and feeble to help herself up!! Please send a cable wench a forklift and a therapist!!!
