Bitch. Is that better? It's bitch better?

Is bitch better? It's bitch better?

Hey, bitches. Here's part two. Enjoy it.

And then they get on this tiny sprinter man.

Like they are packed in their like sardines, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, literally.

And Giselle stirs it up one more time.

She's like, like, cheers. She's like, cheers.

She's like, tears to Angel.

Angel, you look upset.

Are you mad at Wendy?

Are you mad at her?

And it's like, well, Giselle, I think you know the answer to that by what just happened upstairs.

This is when the silliness really starts and where I'm like, okay, there's a lot going on here.

Kay spills some champagne on her face.

She's like, I need a napkin.

I need a napkin.

And Wendy's like, oh, Angel, use your dress to wipe the face of your friend of 20 years.

That's what I would do if my friend of 20 years needed him back. Most days.

Los days. And Kay's like, fuck off, Wendy, fuck off. Oh my God.

And somehow, Stacey and Kay are arguing.

I can't remember, but it was like,

Stacy, I think was inserting herself somehow.

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