The Fug Wife

Oh, Debs.

There’s something about this drapey extravaganza coupled with the way she’s cradling that ball (insert “that’s what SHE said” joke here) that makes her look sort of like a soothsayer on the verge of being hospitalized for exhaustion and dehydration. “Fine, fine, I’ll see what the future holds for you. God. I’m so tired. I wonder if a Vitamin B shot would help. Um…yeah, don’t travel on the 7th. Is this a new bruise? Damn. I need to get my iron levels checked. Uh…a man from your past is going to reappear. He wants something from you, or something. I don’t know. Do you mind if I lie down? Also, the gods want me to tell you to quit trying to kill your brother. That’s all I’m getting. Sorry, kid. Leave the cash on the table.”