I could never become a Disney princess because my knees and nerves couldn’t handle all those flights of spiraling stairs. Vertigo, yo. If they had elevators, being a princess might be nice. I’d want Snow White’s complexion, Rapunzel’s hair, Jasmine’s sex appeal, Ariel’s voice, and Belle’s values. Talk about jealousy.
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