Thread recap:
Take a moment to settle in. Open your brown eye. Call on the spirits (vodka or whisky is fine). Realign your Shaka Khan records. Cant find your crystals? No problem. Just find any old phallic shaped rock. Feel the light energy of love. Ready?
We were feeling a bit bulky in our clothes so we stripped down to our underwear to write this recap. We have no idea what we stand for anymore.
Winter is coming! ZeeEmm’s future was in jeopardy when word got out they will be launching the new winter coat range. PETA staged a mass protest outside the where?house when they were tipped off that hundreds of ewoks died for our fashun.
We didn’t feel like adulting, so smoked a thousand bongs. Once we came to, we brushed our teeth and rinsed off in the ocean, before we got the munchies for breakfast chicken wings. The comedown makes us aggressive and we can’t get enough.
We’re really excited at all the interest for our spare room at the where?house. So many injectors showed interest with many wanted to model the space on the Richmond injecting rooms. Really looking forward to the additional foot traffic that’ll bring.
We got invited to NadiaB’s birthday party but phones had to stay at the door. There was a little confusion when the cake came out. Someone said “blow” but the candles weren’t lit yet. We noticed everyone else hunched over the coffee table, so we bent down to help look for whatever they dropped.
Leah drove us to the airport for a fashun week engagement. Unfortunately she forgot to pack a top. Never mind, most of the breastfeeding folks at mother group dress the same. Probably best we leave it there and get back to the salada with lashings of bitter butter. We’re just trying to work out how to be the brand ambassador of a clothing company without having to actually wear anything, literally!
ALove wrote a book. The instore appearances were more successful than Cachia. Those of us on the fence have suddenly woken up to ourselves though. Our vagines have shut shop like a Venus fly trap. Realising this was another money making scheme, we’re going to have to go back to the drawing board about making a profit out of nothing. “Turned a prophet” was not the brief dude. You’re not a love guru and we’re not joining your cult… give us another 999 bongs.
We’re going to start showing more of an interest in what he does, like random music in his mancave. It’s appears we’re now also going to properly dress for the season. The midriff tops were all a misunderstanding. A midriff isn’t something you find halfway up the neck of a guitars.
More action at the where?house. Who wants to come try on some coats they can’t buy? We stole the idea from our last gatecrash of Camilla! Shyte. Can someone bring a leaf blower? Anyway, we can’t focus. Time for a pork marinade infusion. Put us on high until we’re baked.
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