Big shelf butt, smells like a whole bunch of department store perfumes, at once. Husband killer. Fake. Three sided. Closet lesbian with her ex best friend. Showy means of life but in horrible debt. Often hangs with other wanna be relevant bitches. No one likes her. Fake laugh, fake smile (and fake teeth), odd sense of style. Creep. Scary
Terri!
Mary C: here comes that terrible, fat butt Terri again. What a terrible day.
Lindsey: yeah, you got that right. Terrible bug butt fake broke Terri is headed this way. Ugh. Let’s run.
If you’ve ever been blessed enough to encounter a Terri, You’ll know. She’s an angel come from the heavens down to earth. With beauty like no other, compassion of a saint and an ass like anaconda.
In other words she is the definition of Aphrodite incarnate