The Madness of Josephine

She wears only a light robe and doesn't complains it's cold; may I introduce her to you guys: her name is crazy Josephine... she drinks alchool and uses morphine... what a shame: she a grandmother and tells lies! Fatter than a cow, she eats cookies dunked in carnation milk...and laughs as a freak, or a drag queen showing her silver teeth; that makes me think: did she ever take down those bullies! I talked to her and told her to get off that staff immediately, it doesn't work for her depression and loneliness... will she heed, or continue doing harm to her body? At forty two, she should think of a better existence! Let me tell you about the weird personality of Josephine: she can't cook or make coffee...she only cleans and sings while Hannessy make her face red and she begins to dance whispering, " Hi, sweety...hand me some of that ovaltine!" Mad, mad Josephine, don't seduce me with your flamboyant charm, I couldn't lie in bed with you, not even for a moment and whisper romantic words; it would definetely kill any sexual desire even when the room is calm... please go somewhere else, and find a boyfriend who won't close his eyes and arms.