Jabba came in today in severe pain. It could possibly be her stubbed toe from her accident, or perhaps the science behind the all chips/cigarette diet have not yet been fine-tuned. But anyway, the waddle is extra labored, and there's a lot more age complaints today. I'm pretty sure though that 46 years old is not advanced yet.
Hooray... I have gotten to spend most of the day listening to ostentatious sighs and moans, along with labored breathing. Jabba, just go eat some chips, please, that will solve ever-... oh, you are, ok.
And just like that... she's gone... looks like it's going to be mercifully boring day.
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