RIP.
NO SING!
We need to smoke and then make the butter, no wait, wait! De-carb the butter! Where the hell is that lighter? Surely there was a lighter somewhere in this stupid purse. Oh for fucks sa-HOLD BEEZE!
Single White Aries is not about to put clothes on. The VIB still do not understand that telling Queen Fupallahabibit to put on clothes is just encouraging her to remain in this ill fitting bra with a cancer cap crushing cheap hair fibers into her already filthy skull. Or maybe they do...We are experiencing joint difficulties. It just will not light properly! This is so bullshit. "I'm going to lose my mind soon" the joint is crushed out.
"Why can't anything just go right?" Why can't Pee just
DIE!? The world is full of mysteries and we are NOT TALKING ABOUT HIM! Minor chimp ensues over the joint. This fucking joint! Piece of crap! UGH! UGH! Sorry but we aren't going to be actually making butter tonight VIB. There isn't enough butter or ghee in the house. Bummer. Did not see that coming. Tomorrow though, tomorrow we're going to buy all the butter! ALL OF IT! Tomorrow! Also there isn't a shirt down here. QUIT ASKING HER TO PUT ON A SHIRT! DO BRA STRAPS OFFEND YOU? Fucking prudes...
A new joint has been lit, surely this will serve Saintal of Butthurt.
"PeeeeEEeeeee" No. Please no. "I'm not making dinner, I'm not leaving my house" RIP Grocerbeeze and Stir Fry. We are NOT ordering groceries we will go to the store TOMORROW! Tomorrow when we are also getting our nose pierced! SO PRODUCTIVE!
"I wanna go out." (lolwut?) "PeEeeeEEe!" Fetch MUMTAL HER SHIRT GOOD BOI!
<DIE PEE!!!!!!>
BBJ has appeared and sounds nervous. Probably just the jitters from meeting her new Step Dad in Waiting. Pee is being a dick as per usual and should really just go hang himself from the smoke detector with his shitty Ramona wig.
"BBJ has two paws in the grave" Yes Mumtal your son knows this. "
What's it going to take to get the other two?" Fuck off Pee you still aren't funny.
<DIE PEE!>
"Do you want to get more animals? We don't have enough animals!" How about no?
<JUST DIE PEE!>
Carpet? Still filthy! Good boi has finally got the hint and fucked off back to his own thread.
<Snip Chantal Espousing Healthy Eating>
Chantal has a hard time making plans, and she did a lot today. That's why we didn't get groceries. She chAnGEd her mind! These things happen. We will get groceries tomorrow, at some point, and make that butter, and get our nose pierced! (
). We are going to order some EDIBLES! Not those fuckin' wheelchairs though, nay nay! Edible Cheeto's! Mmmm. It's so funny Roman is into BBJ's health, you can tell he is a good man, a kind soul! Annual exam, vaccinations, clipped claws, blood tests, it's so funny that BBJ is geriatric! So anyway, ACCEPT ROMAN! He is NOT A HOMOPHOBE! He apologized!
ACCEPT HIM VIB!
<Snip boring VIB bullshit>
Everyone keeps bringing up He Who Shall Not Be Named. LOOK AT THIS WIG! It's such a good distraction! Look at it! STOP TALKING ABOUT HIM! We are NOT talking about him!!!!!! Oh and we ordered food, and got a lighter, and we're trying to smoke this stupid weed again that we really don't like because something has to numb the pain. Second dinner is going to be HEALTHFUL!
"Balsamic chicken and mashed potatoes, vegetables, broccoli soup, and a quesadilla." Uh Ma'am...
We're not making butter because we can't we just CAN'T RIGHT NOW! There is only THIS much ghee left!
We're making the butter tomorrow (
).
Having read NONE of the direction for the de-carbing process and the device she purchased on Amazon we're going to WING IT! Stronk independent Aries don't need to lip read none of those instruction booklets! Fuck you VIB! Stop suggesting we do things like READ. Fuck.
Tomorrow we're going to wash the wig and fix it! X.
Okay maybe we'll read the directions...aloud...with our lips moving. Just a teeny bit.
<Snip Chantal Futzing with the VIB and pre-heating the oven>
We're back to claiming that Fupa Guy and the Parking Lot Blowjob was totes real. No longer something she made up to cover for HIM.
X. Chantal has standards. It wasn't because he was FAT okay it was because he had a SWEATY FUPA. She deserves clean men! She still gave him a blowjob in the parking lot but dating material? Nah.
<JUST FUCKING DIE PEE!>
Chantal is having issues with her new toys. We are not amused. "Why won't it turn on?" The hair fibers were a disaster, they didn't turn out well,
"At all." so STOP asking!
We are de-carbing marijuana we are going to make BUTTER tomorrow after we get our nose pierced, file taxes, get groceries, and Beeze! X.
<Snip VIB Trying to Help Not Waste an Ounce of Weed>
Chantal is relaying a school time memory of piercing a friend's bellybutton in the school bathroom. Nobody cares. There will be so much edible butter, it will be used for all future cooking and baking! We're a Weedtrepeneur again!
NO SING!
We're checking on the temperature, it still isn't at 240, only 212. Sadness. These eyelashes, they've got to go. Just like the wig. Tired of all this fake hair! True and authentic Chantal is going to GLOW it UP in 2022. Just you wait and see!
<Snip boring VIB Bullshit>
The food is here! And Pee.
DIE PEE!
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