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Now today's first story comes from Fell Pross who says, am I the ars or here for leaving

my best friend's surprise party early because it found more like a roast. Okay, so I 24 female

have this best friend. Let's call her Jenna 24 female too. And we've been close since high school, like held my hair up while I threw

up in the Denny's bathroom type of friends. I honestly love her. I really do, but she can be a lot.

So, anyway, she threw this little surprise party for me last weekend. My birthday was last

Tuesday, but she insisted on celebrating

Friday. She told me to dress cute, and made it sound like it was going to be this wholesome,

wine and chakoutry night with the girls. Sounds great, right? Well, I show up in this cute

white dress I literally bought for the occasion, Hair curled, nails done, all that.

I walk in and they yelled surprise, but not an A, we love you way. It was a theme party.

The theme? Dressed like the birthday girl, a roaster. I kid you not. Everyone was wearing versions

of my go-to outfits.

Messy bun, iced coffee cups, fake nails, bad parking tickets taped to their bags.

Okay, that one kinda got me.

But then they started doing fake toasts that were just jabs, like,

Here's to My Name, who always has a 10-step skincare routine but still

wakes up looking tired. To My Name, who thinks astrology is a personality trait. To My Name,

who ghosted her gym membership but never forgets the Door Dash McFlurries at 2am. Like,

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