There once was a 30-year-old chick who got together with a man.
Here she is, in the year 2000:
This lasted 12 years. In the process she got to look like this:
Maybe the answer came with the 42nd birthday – thanks, sis. (To prove that it was not just that one bad photo.)
The chick did what she had to do, no matter how hard.
And last April started a new life:
And in August really blossomed:
And this is now:
The chick hears what people back in homeland are saying… A friend of the family is willing to take bets that the chick will return home in no time at all. The chick is gladly accepting the bet, suggesting a carton of whiskey for every week she stays.
Fuck the malcontents and ill-wishers.
The body doesn’t lie.