And this time it's serious, because it's hit the tip of America's wang: Miami, Florida. Here, as we zero in on the infected area, we see Marysol…
speaking to her wine-soaked mother.
Well, let's just see what went down. So to speak.
Honey, tell me. Tell your drunk, latex-faced mother who looks like the world's most frightening telenovella villainess what it's like to be with a Frenchman. Please, I may only have a few good years left before my face melts below my knees and covers my genitals, so I need to know.