Have you ever met a woman to whom you instantly felt connected? Someone whose personality and tastes so instantly match your own that you know you are destined to become bosom buddies?
I have. I found her in the greeting card section of my local grocery store. Maxine.
Got a problem with your man? Tell Maxine and she'll tell you that you deserve better.
Do you gain weight faster than a politician lies? Tell Maxine. She'll remind you that at least you're still alive and kicking.
Did you find another woman's thong underwear in the glove compartment of your husband's car? Tell Maxine. She'll tell you to use it as a slingshot.
You've got to hand it to Maxine. She tells it as it is and makes no apologies for being politically incorrect. I'm thinking of writing her name in for president in the November election. As far as I know, she's never hired an illegal alien, refused to show her citizenship papers, or hand over her tax return. You go, Maxine!