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Quite a while ago, I told you about my uncle whose wife left him without warning and took their two children. Well, only recently the children came back in to his life (minus the wife, who nobody really misses). The girl, whose name is Trashy Sluttington, had a baby about a year ago. She's a charming little girl, we all love her, etcetera (the father is nowhere in the picture). About three months ago, Trashy met a guy named Sleazy Déclassé. They hit it off really well, apparently, and decided to marry. It was also revealed that the two were pregnant. Lovely, excellent, that's really great. Theirs was going to be a Summer wedding, but before anything could be planned the wedding was called off and the baby was aborted (out of spite, I'm guessing). Trashy's birthday is on Saturday, and my mother and I are 'doing the desserts' for the party, so to speak. Today, we find out Trashy and Sleazy have gotten back together - not engaged or pregnant, but still together.
Saturday night is going to be incredibly awkward. We all have to go to Trashy's party and act as though we haven't heard about the abortion, the cancelled wedding or the general Springerosity that their relationship exudes. My mother asked me what we should buy Trashy for her birthday; I suggested a diaphragm.
pottersaurus, you must email me and tell me what you want for your birthday. One would think that, having known you for three years, I could think of a suitable gift but I really can't. Tell me what you want, and I'll see what I can do. Also, I am taking you to see Goblet of Fire for your birthday. It starts on the first of December, so it'll be a belated birthday celebration, but you'll get to see me and my ravishing cleavage so it won't be entirely awful. I have tickets to the Highpoint Director's Suite, hopefully it will be showing there.
Saturday night is going to be incredibly awkward. We all have to go to Trashy's party and act as though we haven't heard about the abortion, the cancelled wedding or the general Springerosity that their relationship exudes. My mother asked me what we should buy Trashy for her birthday; I suggested a diaphragm.
pottersaurus, you must email me and tell me what you want for your birthday. One would think that, having known you for three years, I could think of a suitable gift but I really can't. Tell me what you want, and I'll see what I can do. Also, I am taking you to see Goblet of Fire for your birthday. It starts on the first of December, so it'll be a belated birthday celebration, but you'll get to see me and my ravishing cleavage so it won't be entirely awful. I have tickets to the Highpoint Director's Suite, hopefully it will be showing there.