Basically, I am Cheetah Lady in like ten more years. Cheetah Lady has a baby named Frieda, and I have a baby named Mercer. CL is sick of being a "wide" animal, and damn it, so am I. We all have pounds to lose. None of us are perfect. Cheetah Lady likes tacos. I like tacos.
She only wants a phone and a home, goddamnit. Her needs are simple. Cheetah Lady is not asking for a whole lot. Can you help a bitch out?
p.s. I think Cheetah Lady likes the wine more than "every once in awhile." But, you be the judge.
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