In which I kind of hate myself after writing this thing, given that I mercilessly poke fun at a character (a CHILD, no less) who is being beaten at home. And has moles on his face. I *might* be receiving my one-way ticket to the 7th Circle Of Hell following this one, you guys. Let's just hope there's WiFi down there. And alcohol. And Seinfeld. So anyway. Let's rock.
And then here comes Kelly, Belly-Baring Bitch-Face. She's arrived at school to take Brenda to lunch at the club with Jackie. I pray that Jackie has fallen off the sobriety wagon and will be in Jerry Rattinger's cokey cabana, deviating her septum and wearing something similar to this elegant and tasteful ensem: