Dolly Digs

How could this vile putrid Dolly and her vile putrid family be allowed to ruin my life in this most heinously wicked way? Someone really ought to do something about the vile putrid Din family who should not be allowed any connection to me and my life. I vaguely recall rooming with vile wicked foul-mouthed Dolly for a few short months and it was a horrible experience, a grueling trial of endurance, even then. I never want to hear another word from the pathetically wicked Din family and their Dolly dog, thank you very much. She ought to pay for her own sins instead of trying to dump everything on me. Her problems are not my problems. Dolly is just wrong, wrong, wrong. That is the best way to explain Dolly.