Sounds like an uppity Paki or Indian bitch (dot, not feather). A generation ago her family was taking their morning dumps on a Baluchistan field, armed with a can of water and some leaves. Today she is the high-priestess of NYC carryout.
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Mild Mannered Minion
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I feel the pull on the rope, let me off at the rainbow
-Anyway, Genesis