Remember the girl upstairs? You know the one. I won't talk about the story again. Well, she's joining the Younger Woman's Club. I saw the list of Member-Elects, and her address was on it. I'm not going to tell y'all which one she is. I want you to be able to look at her normally.
In other news, my cray-cray cousin took Baby Shagari to a crack house today, whereupon her car was stolen. She called me to come get her. Unfortunately, I was two bourbons in at Hullabaloo and couldn't quite do it. I apologized profusely. She said, "Not as sorry as I am." I don't know if you've ever seen your Dibbs quite this angry.
Time to watch Mad Men. Good Night.
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