Reality and truth would be a 500-pound she-boon, surrounded by its dozen feces-flinging niglets, and its current drug dealer boo, calling Farracoon.
"Unload your non-guilt on me, o ebony epitome of booty!"
"I is not feelun gillty an aint never gonna!" about never working, about being a shitskin factory, blaming YT for its fatness (which means it's YT's fault since her obesity prevents it from having more mini-shitskins), and having to go through 20 boos a year to satisfy its crack habit.
The call would be billed to her Obama phone, but also double-billed to EBT, with the sow getting a 25% kickback.