The only villain in this story is me, but I think you probably knew that from the beginning.

Previously, on finding my husband, Vegas edition, just found out I have hamroids, bleeding out

of my asshole, throwing up from my other hole, not my V-hole, but my mouth, the first night,

second night, still hamroids, still bleeding, a little bit better. But now,

me and Bookman just took nature's gummies, also known as shrooms, allegedly, allegedly.

Don't call me on that. Allegedly. We're currently at the O'Sho. My man needs to go to the bathroom. My calm, responsible,

stable man needs to go to the bathroom. Before he needs to go to the bathroom, he looks to me,

he goes, I wish we took more shrooms. I don't think I can even feel anything. Then turns around,

walks to the door, and I hear him freaking out, nodging on the door, turns out, looks to me and he goes,

oh my God, I think they locked us in. Only for then to me, to walk to the door, pull it towards me,

it opens easily. Why? Because he's retort. So if you just start coming back to a new episode,

this man literally thought when our Circus

Soleil personal butler for her suite walked us to her suite to watch the O'Sho.

And as she was walking us to her door and she pointed to the left and said, the bathrooms are

over there.

Apparently to him, he assumed she meant but not for you guys.

Uh-uh. Good luck. You're going to pee yourself. Good luck. Good luck getting out of here.

You will be forced to watch the show whether you like it or not until the end. So clearly,

it seemed that we did take more than enough. that's where you're picking up if you're

here from part one welcome back i'm glad to find you back and let's continue the rest of this

fun Vegas journey file events and your favorite meme queen and the big sit you didn't ask for

but see welcome to almost adulting. Are you ready?

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