My name is Annie.
My mama is a chain and my daddy is her ball.
Grandma told me salad was healthy and never forgot to add tomatoes.
When I got grown, all I wanted was pork so put a heaping teaspoon of those bastards beliefs in my bowl, after getting high off pig fumes and shredding his fat ass atop my lettuce. That seems to be just about the right amount of lie to pour over my dressing.