Donna wanted to look more like Darrell Waltrip than she already did so she rafted to Alaska to take ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ต๐ณ๐ช๐ฑ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด. Her doctor examined her in a dismissive way. "Miss Jones, it's going to take months for me to make you look more like Darrell Waltrip than you currently do." Donna was devastated by the prognosis. "Doctor, exactly how would you make me look more like Darrell Waltrip than I currently do?" The doctor looked out the window at Negroes ransacking Target. "That's easy enough. I'd simply remove the sections of your face that don't look like Darrell Waltrip." Six months later Donna rafted back to California to a surprise birthday party hosted by Darrell Waltrip who was secretly in love with her. "Oh Darrel," Donna cooed when they were having ****** ******* in bed together, "I don't know where your body ends and mine begins because we look so much alike." Darrell smiled, exposing 5 rotten teeth up front. "I'm not really Darrell Waltrip. I'm a hobo who just pretends to be." Donna smirked. "My name's not Donna Jones. I'm really Daryl Hannah from the movie ๐๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ and you're under arrest for impersonating a race car driver!"