I can just hear her whine "In the 70's and 80's, guys always bought me drinks and laughed at every joke no matter how dumb - WHY THE FUCK doesn't a room stop dead in tracks anymore to listen to what I have to say? And where the FUCK did all the free drinks go? I STILL GOT IT, YOU KNOW!"

This woman is a 'time fighter' who should be strongly considered as the photo next to the phrase in the urbandictionary. She appears to living in a toxic vacuum of ignorance and neurotic self disgust, rendering her apparently incapable of compassion and with a downright preoccupation with schadenfreude. Sadly, she C.ant U.nderstand N.ormal T.hinking

With each dreadful birthday she sinks deeper into the quicksand of irrelevance and so any branch of opportunism that the breeze sways her way she'll desperately reach out to grasp in a false belief it will postpone the inevitable. Ever see a cat fall into a fishtank by accident? You don't want to be near it or it will shred you up like paper in its rage of desperation to escape, forgetting in that moment of terror that you're someone it actually likes. Shelley Lubben can't escape time; not even her Jesus can save her now.

I never heard the name "Shelley Lubben" before this thread and I likely won't ever encounter her since I don't hang in GILF bars or non-denominational churches meant for socializing that types like her frequent, but I'll "say a little prayer" that, at least based on all the tanning, the next visit to the dermatologist brings _bad_ news about a particular patch of skin.. or that the next nip-tuck to the ever-shrinking button nose is aided by an anesthesiologist battling an alcohol problem he manages to hide and who isn't at full faculties that particular morning.