Look at the way they have her dressed--mismatched shoes, puff-paint shirt, "Le Bag" handbag--she's not retarded, she's a white trash single mom at Wal-Mart around 10:30 on a Wednesday night. All she's missing is a chipped booth, a fat 3-year-old nicknamed "Boogerbear" who's messily eating a popsicle right from the box and a boyfriend named Scooter who's off in the pet food aisle buying a 75 pound bag of dog chow for his Rotts.
The rest of the entry is comedic gold, unless you're easily offended. Go on, read it...but wear a helmet.
Um, maybe that wasn't the best choice of words.