Talula:  “Tell me honestly,  you’ve pretty much wrecked my toilet beyond repair …  but how are you feeling?” 

Denise:  “Me? I’m feeling great! It was just probably something I ate…” 

Talula: “Oh honey, please. I’m not that blonde.” 

Denise: ??? 

Talula:   “Well, you need to see a doctor. And then one of us will need to tell my son that I’m going to be a Grandma.  I think he’ll take it better coming from you.” 



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