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Being a single mother to three kids isn't easy; neither is fighting an energy corporation that poisoned a town with hexavalent chromium.
Working as a guard in a concentration camp is hard; doing so while masking my illiteracy was harder.
I can't help it that I'm depressed and obsessed with my favorite author. I live alone in a rural, snowbound home. Besides, I'm his number one fan!
Pretending to be a medium is a lot of work, but being harassed by a ghost is where I draw the line.
Putting up with a spoiled, histrionic, serial-marrying boss tends to get old. Did I say boss? I meant owner.
Taking in a homeless football star wasn't my issue; potentially having to wear the Tennessee Vols' 'gaudy' orange was my concern.
Life at the Cook County Jail gets old, but my sister and husband did have it coming after I caught them together in a hotel in Cicero.
Being a nanny to two kids is hard enough, but you try doing it while singing and dancing with Dick van Dyke.
I'm a suicidal amnesiac that may (or may not have) had my entire family murdered by the Bolsheviks, but everyone thinks I'm a fraud.
So what? I'm a sociopath! You would be too if you were in a women's psychiatric hospital during the 1960s.
While shirking my royal duties and trying to tour the city of seven hills, an obnoxious American journalist kept pestering and flirting with me.
I didn’t know my brother in law and his girlfriend robbed banks! I thought it was just a fun road trip. #StockholmSyndrome
As if fighting HIV/AIDS wasn't tough enough, I was also unlawfully terminated from my job due to my illness.
Crack is whack! Still, I'm an addicted former boxer who fell from glory. Now I have to watch my brother's career take off?
Working as a doctor in an orphanage and secretly performing abortions likely caused my ether addiction and overdose.
I'm just a wide receiver in the NFL who wants my agent to 'show me the money.' I mean, who doesn’t?
A civil war, stalemated Congress, and severely depressed wife are enough to warrant a quiet evening at the theater…
I was a valet and cared for an alcoholic man-child his whole life. It figures I’d succumb to cancer right as he finally sobered up!
I had to watch an immature prodigy effortlessly perform and improve what I've spent my life working on.
No need to get the feds involved! I was just trying to teach a young stockbroker my motto - 'greed, for lack of a better word, is good.'
I was judged for being pompous, cold and unlikeable more than for the attempted murder of my wife. Just saying...
I bit off more than I could chew when I agreed to make a lady out of a Cockney flower girl. But I must say, 'I've grown accustomed to her face…'
The heroin wasn’t a bad idea. Riding through the desert with the whole family in a broken-down yellow van was.
After my uncle killed my dad and he hooked up with my mom, I saw ghosts AND couldn’t shake off some Danish chick. Sanity is overrated.
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