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ahnnaway ahnnaway ahnnaway ahnnaway... oh na na na... AFRICA! (Kasey)
Saturday night was a very special night in the Ghetto... The newest addition to our household threw her welcoming party, and this wasn't your typical Ghetto party, mind you... This was a Ghetto party with a C-3 twist. We were all gathered in the living room in a semi-circle, cups of hooch in hand, and Shanna Walters, Passion Party Consultant, was the focus of our attention. She had a wonderful display of products set up on her table, explaining the benefits of each and every one. Just as she was delving into the wonderful world of edible products, our doorbell rang. We had been subject to interruptions all night, as most of our guests arrived a bit late- however, this poor guy wasn't on the guest list- he was just trying to deliver a pizza. Amidst the drunken confusion, we managed to tell him he was on the wrong street. We later decided that his folly would have been the perfect opening scene to a porno...
Just about everything went off without a hitch- Shanna made some sales, the after party started, the hooch was consumed, and we were all carted off to Spider's Web. We now have a blanket of sticky residue coating our kitchen floor as a result of hooch spillage; we discovered yesterday that if you stand in one place for more that 8 seconds, your shoes get stuck. Moral of this story- when in C-3's kitchen, the bob and weave tactic is money. Also, if anyone has a Swiffer Wet Jet they would like to donate to us, it would be greatly appreciated...
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