Meet Coral. She holds everything in. When her coworker threw her under the bus in a meeting last week, she sat silently, taking deep breaths and said nothing (plotting an elaborate murder involving ants and a power drill). When she was cut off in traffic she pursed her lips, but because her kids were in the car, her middle finger stayed put and she said nothing. When her husband suggested Five Guys for their monthly date night, she bit her tongue and forced a smile, ordering a double cheeseburger and a shake. When her pickleball partner slammed the ball out of bounds 3 times in a row, Coral managed to force out a “good try” while envisioning launching the pickleball into her ass on the next serve. All of this restraint is why, when Coral was in the hardware store this afternoon and discovered they were out of the potting soil she likes, Coral went ballistic. When the man working there suggested a different bag of soil, she screamed “THIS CRAP??!!” and proceeded to rip open the bag and dump it all over the floor. She then ripped open the next bag and ran around the aisle dumping out the contents all over the floor. The look on his face sent her into maniacal laughter, and in a moment of fantastically inspired lunacy, she grabbed a broom from the end cap and began to ride it around the spray paint aisle like a witch, cackling. As the police forcibly removed her from the store she thrashed wildly, knocking over the Yeti cooler display, and managing to grab three miniature Junior Mints boxes.
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Meet Elizabeth. She has a giant Goldendoodle, Charles, whose exuberance for life can be endearing for some, but downright dangerous for others. Upon greeting newcomers to her home, Charles immediately jumps up to lick their faces - sometimes springing up into the air and crashing into their nose.
She goes into the pool restroom barefoot. She worked a stint in the infant room at a daycare center and was completely unphased by the diaper changing and poop getting on her fingers. Bodily fluids do not bother Judes, regardless of whether they come from human or animal.
Now that she's in her thirties, and still single, she finds it a bit harder to endure her romantic ideals but she will not give up hope! Surely there is a gorgeous man out there who loves to talk about his feelings, monogamy, loves to buy little presents for no reason, would totally get her sense of humor,