Here's a little story: In my garage growing up we had a metal can (idk if it was like a bedroom trash can or what) that had Dolly on it. I'm guessing it caused me to have a dream that I thought was real until I was about 10 years old. I had a memory of pulling up to Dolly's house (which in my false memory was like a 3-bedroom in southern California a few blocks from my house) with my Mom and her and my mom had a conversation sitting in Dolly's living room as I played on the floor with toys. I must've been about 10 before it clicked into my head that there was no way my mom was buddies with Dolly Parton and that she lived just around the way lol. But I grew up thinking she was a family friend. In a way, she was.

[–] SatansMaggotyCumFart@piefed.world 20 points 1 month ago

She was a family friend to us all.

[–] volore@scribe.disroot.org 20 points 1 month ago* (last edited 1 month ago) (1 children)

Thank you for always staying classy, SatansMaggotyCumFart. She would've appreciated your candor.

[–] SatansMaggotyCumFart@piefed.world 10 points 1 month ago

A lot of hard earned money went into it.

[–] gAlienLifeform@lemmy.world 13 points 1 month ago

Heartbreaking, the worst account I know just made a great joke

[–] agamemnonymous@sh.itjust.works 8 points 1 month ago

It costs a lot of money to look that cheap

[–] Malyca@lemmy.zip 19 points 1 month ago

I still keep all of the books she sent my kids. The woman was a saint.