Which is better than finding a weave under your Dorito...
I just love her name "Felicia Leatherwood". I could say that all day.
Say it ten times real fast and you'll own it. Not her. But you'll own the name.
Damn bitch, I found a Doritos in my bed! Now where is my fucking invitation to Oprah!
I shudder to think that it will be her only claim to fame in life.
and the hospital was forced to shave it all off?
I'm not much of an "LOL!" type but this kinda cracked me up and caused an LOL moment. And then, it got sad because it totally grossed me out because it reminded me of that article I read about the obese bedridden woman who fell asleep on a pork chop bone only to find it later (much later) embedded in her backside with skin grown over it. (I'm just sayin'--good thing she found that Dorito under that weave!)