That Pirate Stole My Tiara: The Pre-Trip Report

[askelton]

I had to check your picture to see if we were related because my mother also got the same lecture from her father and in turn she lectured me!!!

That's what you get from a grandfather born in 1911!

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

I'm subbing so I can indulge in your witty TR to keep me busy til MY Disney-Eve!!!

5 days until a solo trip!!!
Hm.
Any chance you'd like to trade lives in, like, 5 days?
Mine comes with 2 cats, a boyfriend and this trip report.

We had a vet who actually wanted to prescribe Prozac for one of our cats because she always went potty right outside the litter box! I kind of did this and then this and then found a new vet. And then we got rid of the cat.

Marc adopted a dog that had to take prozac. It was a bit ridiculous. I swear if Sulley was a a human child instead of my kitty child, he would need medication.

It's crazy how anxious this dog gets. He's a purebred black lab who is 1/4 show dog and 3/4 field dog, which means the high anxiety is a desirable trait (something having to do with retrieving, I guess). It's a long story that I won't tell here (I have an installment to post!) but to sum it up, my parents had chosen a puppy 2 years earlier (Ollie) and had him for 9 months when he very suddenly got extremely sick and died (after THOUSANDS of dollars were spent trying to save him). It wasn't a genetic thing but the breeders felt so bad that they offered my mom another pup - Cody - who, in addition to ending up being the runt of the litter also has a rather, er, challenging temperament.

Like my mom says, he's lucky he's cute.

Car issues right before a trip are always my vacation nightmare!

On my "dream" Disney vacation (you know the one we all have where we are there for 14 days at a Deluxe resort with all the trimmings and Cirque tickets), I take a limo from my house to the airport.

How dry are your eyes that they make a noise when you blink? Seriously, you might should try some Visene. Or get a prescription for something.

::sigh::

It's not my EYES making the noise, Z, it's my EYELASHES and thus, the noise is not attributable to aridly dry eyes but to the utter heft and beauty of my long, glorious, irresistible lashes.

And, I "might should"? Is that a Southern grammar thing that you're carrying over and infecting the Pacific Northwest with?

as a man and at the risk of sounding insensitive

Correction: As a man, there is no "risk" of sounding insensitive. We of the XX chromosomes have come to expect it under the guise of "We're telling you because we care about you and don't want you to ... (insert proper excuse here)." Some of us have even come to love you for it and, at the very least, understand that it's something that comes coupled with a Y chromosome.

I'm telling you, it's your own dadgum fault! Cars run on gas the way we run on food. The light is THE NEXT TO THE LAST WARNING, not an early warning! You should never let the tank get that low so that the light even comes on.

Am I grounded too?

Between your dry, crunchy lashes and empty tank, I'm really beginning to question your character.

Hey listen Mr. Tales From A Disney Bathroom (Parts I through XXVII), you're questioning MY character?
Hmph.
I thought my profession of utter love and adoration for the BGPC without ever even having tried it was enough to clue you in to what kind of person I am.

Also: on behalf of people who really want to read your TR but not so much have to scan through pages of other stuff, would you put links at the end of each chapter and/or links on the first page?

There are links on the first page, mister.
Have been since Day 1.
I'm just sayin'.

Roll tide.

so I can pay $.20 less per gallon.

So, there's a gas station, 10 minutes from my house which has dropped $0.30/gallon in TWO DAYS! I can now purchase my gas for $2.99/gal.

Fingers crossed that things improve quickly in the next chapter. Though with "vomit" in teh title, it's not sounding too good...

I've yet to think of an instance where vomit in a title does sound good.

I'm shocked you didn't break out some serious not so nice seusification when your car ran out of gas.

I wouldn't describe my language as suessified but more, ah, colorful.

Subbing - I'm enjoying your trip report and will be going to the Poly in NINE DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to read more about your trip!

Oh, you will have a WONDERFUL time. Have you stayed there before? If you have any specific questions, please PM me! I'll be happy to help.
Also, if you see "Jim" from "Needham, MA" at the Check-In desk, say hi! He's a WONDERFUL CM.

Hey Tink! So glad to see you started your trippie! Great job so far and can't wait for more!!

How are things? Any Disney trips?

Ladies and gents, an update is on your doorstep.

...

...

Well? Go let it in! It's COLD out there!

Sheesh.

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

***WARNING: This one is a bit lengthy. ***

We pulled our collective 100-ish pounds of vacation luggage to the Southwest Airlines desks. See, yours truly didn’t check us in online. Because yours truly isn’t experienced with the whole check in online at home and still check the luggage in at the airport process. I figured you MUST be able to do that…something to do with curb-side check-in and all that…but then Missy mentioned something about how the last time she’d done that they’d lost her luggage and, well, my decision was made.

We were checking in at the desk.

Which, by the way, was decidedly different from the LAST time I’d checked in with Southwest at the desk.
Five years ago.
When you could still check in with an actual living, human being.

The whole check in on the self-help screens had me feeling decidedly OLD.
And decidedly impatient. For the 10 or so open self-help kiosks, there were only two Southwest employees behind the desk helping out with tagging luggage and directing people to open kiosks. Which resulted in a line of people about 15 deep only populating 3 of those 10 available kiosks. No one would venture over to the ones that were empty.
Lonely.
WAITING for the “next available guest”.

Not even yours truly. Or Missy.
We’re sheep. Baaaa.

Finally we received our boarding passes and our luggage was tagged and we brought it over to have it cleared through security. I don’t think this is standard at most airports, but at T.F. Green you have the “luxury” of bringing your own luggage over to the FAA security scanners, waiting for the 2,569 minutes it takes while it’s in the “oven” and then getting the thumbs up from the Security guy whose sole job it is to give me the thumbs up and then pull out his back putting my bag on the magic belt to the plane’s luggage hold.

We headed through security ourselves. The line was pretty much non-existent. And thankfully, I didn’t need to get the Security-pat-down-that-should-come-with-dinner-and-a-movie.

After that it was a quick jaunt over to Gate 15.

To meet up with the 40 other families with children under 5 all waiting for the same flight to Disney.

Missy and I exchanged looks and I began scanning the seats to identify which children I DIDN’T want to sit next to.

Unfortunately because we were the ONLY people that DIDN’T participate in online check-in, we were in Boarding Group C. Also known as “Boarding Group: You Get To Sit On The Flight Attendants Lap”. (a.k.a.No seat for you!) We settled into by the window to wait and began to discuss breakfast. Missy gets a little nervous the night before she flies, so she hadn’t slept much the night before so she decided to pass on the caffeine. “I don’t want to be kept awake and coffee? I don’t want to have to spend any time in that tiny little airplane bathroom.”

Remember that.

So, we decided to do muffins and juice for breakfast and we were nomming down in short order. Time passed pretty quickly.

We were excited.
Missy was tired.

I was wired on that “I’m Going to Disney!” caffeine.

But we were both excited.
The plane arrived. See! Wave at the plane!
Flight 1318:

After all of humanity and your grandma got on the plane before us, it was finally our turn to board. We headed back…back…are those seats, oh never mind, screaming-kicking-child…back...back to a row that was probably 4 or 5 up from the last on the plane. Missy settled into the window seat.

Remember that.

I settled into the aisle and confirmed with Missy that she didn’t want to be woken for beverage service and then we buckled in. I flipped through the Sky Mall magazine, looking for that combo hot dog/bun cooker (ever try to explain what that looks like to someone? Missy needed a visual) while we taxied out (early!) and were cleared for take-off.

Once at cruising altitude, Missy shoved her earbuds in and turned up her iPod, sunglasses on, eyes closed, ready for a nap. I unpacked my own iPod and dropped it on the seat next to me. I also took out my laptop and got myself a cranberry juice and spread myself out.

Remember that.

About a third of the way into the flight, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Missy sit up straight-er. I could see her eyes blink a few times behind her shades and then she pushed them up onto her head. She had a look on her face. A look I recognized but couldn’t quite place. I pulled my earbuds out as she did and said, “What’s up?”

She stared at me.

For a full ten seconds.

A LONG ten seconds.

Then, she spoke.

“I think I’m going to throw up.”

I blinked once. Twice. “Are you sure?”

Three more seconds. “Yes. I’m going to throw up.”

I bolted into action. Picture this, if you will – I gathered up my iPod, laptop, put up the tray all while balancing my cranberry juice in my right hand, determined not to spill it on the balding head in front of me (ZZUB – was that you? )

Missy quickly but calmly made it out and headed the few short rows towards the rear lav, before getting stuck behind the flight attendant with the drink tray. I watched her, feeling her agony. Finally she leaned forward and said, “Um, ma’am? I need to get to that bathroom RIGHT. NOW.” The attendant recognized “the look” and deftly stepped into a row, letting Missy pass.

While she was gone, I swapped our seats, putting Missy on the aisle in case this ultimately wasn’t the only visit. I knew Missy; she wouldn’t be using those handy-dandy seatback bags. When she returned, I didn’t have to ask if she’d been sick, her face said it all. Instead she said, “Do you know how difficult it is to throw up in four square inches of space? I need to start doing yoga.”

After Missy’s second visit to the loo to yell at the pretty metal toilet, the flight attendant stopped by with ginger ale, crackers and a Glad trashbag. I wish I was kidding about that last part. Thankfully, we never needed it. Instead, I put all of my stuff away and chatted Missy up for the rest of the flight to Orlando, providing much-needed distraction.

Our flight arrived early and we made a non-vomit pitstop in the ladies room before heading to the non-monorail monorail. Well non-vomit EXCEPT for the poor lady in the stall RIGHT NEXT TO Missy. I was beginning to wonder exactly what kind of trip this was going to be.

One trip on the non-monorail monorail later, we were gathering our luggage and I was calling Happy Limo for our ride. See, I hadn’t told Missy exactly how we were getting to the Poly. I wanted us to ride in style, so I’d secretly reserved and paid for a stretch limo. We headed to the assigned parking spot, Missy still none the wiser, and wait for our driver, Gary. The spot was used for a few other companies, so we watched some other parties head out first. Finally, as a black, stretch Lincoln Navigator pulled up I said, “Ok, so the surprise is that I booked us a limo, but unfortunately NOT one this nice.” I laughed. She laughed. Then the driver got out and said, “Miss NotSharingMyLastNameOnTheInternet? I’m Gary.”

Our mouths dropped open. (While Gary’s back was turned anyway, rolling our luggage to the trunk. Which, by the way is bigger than my bedroom.)

I couldn’t believe this. I also couldn’t decide if something had gotten screwed up – was this a free upgrade or would I log in to see my card had been charged $500 and not the $122 I’d agreed to pay?

It was like a club back there.

We had a ball, goofing on the people gawking at us on the highway.

We finally arrived at the Poly.

::cue choir of angels::

The slip I signed for Gary confirmed I had in fact been charged the right price and that the upgrade gods were smiling upon us. I headed, hopefully, towards the front desk. After getting leid, we proceeded directly over to Jim, the next available CM.

Jim was, no IS, THE BOMB. He pulled up our reservation and said, “So, Miss StillNotSharingMyLastName, how’s Fall River treating you?”
Me: You know Fall River? (NO one knows Fall River, MA. Fall River is my dinky hometown – I looked at his nametag and saw he was from Needham, MA) Oh! You’re from Needham!
Jim: New York originally, but my adopted family is from Mass.
Me: So, does that make you a Red Sox or a Yankees fan? (A crucial question for a fan of either team.)
Jim: Sox all the way, baby!
Missy: (sporting a Jason Varitek Sox tee and before I could get his take on the Brady/Cassell Pats situation) So, we’re Sox fans too. Does that get us any special perks?
Jim: (glancing down casually and then, in a tone as if he were merely telling me it’s hot in Florida) Well, you were upgraded to the concierge level this morning. How’s that?
My mouth dropped open.
I looked at Missy.
We high-fived.

That'll do, pig.
Er, JIM.
Sorry, end of Babe flashbacks.

Jim went through the rest of the welcome spiel, gave us our Keys to the World (KTTW) and sent us on our merry way, map in hand, to the Hawaii building. As we strolled (maybe skipped) in, the people at the concierge desks looked up at us and said, “Aloha Miss WantToStartGuessingMyLastName! Welcome to the Polynesian!”
Missy turned to me, the absolute picture of seriousness, and said,

“Nik, if all I have to do to get all this for us is throw up, I’ll do it all week long.”

Up Next: The Room! My Toes! The Four Cheese Potatoes!

 

[Princesskeyblade]

OMG an awesome upgrade!!!! That. is. awesome!!!!!

 

[pooh'smate]

Love it, another great update
Woo hoo for the free upgrade.

 

[bawsmom]

OMG an awesome upgrade!!!! That. is. awesome!!!!!

lil miss lurker here... but i had to say...

you took the words right out of my mouth!!! and at the POLY!!!! saaawweeeeettt!!

can't wait to hear more!!

 

[PrincessV]

Spank me thrice and hand me to my momma! Holy carp - what an arrival day! It's a shame that poor Missy had to take a couple for the team 40,000 miles above sea level, but the magic was a-shining on you guys after.

 

[If U Had Wings]

So, there's a gas station, 10 minutes from my house which has dropped $0.30/gallon in TWO DAYS! I can now purchase my gas for $2.99/gal.

Under $3???? I'm tempted to drive to MA just to get gas that cheap. Around here the lowest is about $3.35 and I've been doing the happy dance over that.

***After all of humanity and your grandma got on the plane before us, it was finally our turn to board. We headed back…back…are those seats, oh never mind, screaming-kicking-child…back...back to a row that was probably 4 or 5 up from the last on the plane. Missy settled into the window seat.

That's usually where my seat is. Right near the screaming child.

Remember that.

I can almost feel where this is going.

After Missy’s second visit to the loo to yell at the pretty metal toilet, the flight attendant stopped by with ginger ale, crackers and a Glad trashbag. I wish I was kidding about that last part. Thankfully, we never needed it. Instead, I put all of my stuff away and chatted Missy up for the rest of the flight to Orlando, providing much-needed distraction.

Poor thing! I hate to even have to use the plane bathrooms to go potty.

It was like a club back there.

Sweet! Hope you partied like rockstars!

Jim: (glancing down casually and then, in a tone as if he were merely telling me it’s hot in Florida) Well, you were upgraded to the concierge level this morning. How’s that?
My mouth dropped open.

Wow! That would be a big happy dance time! Poly and concierge, utterly fantastic. Just curious what kind of room had you booked originally?

 

[ZZUB]

That is one sweet upgrade! Good for you. If only your car was treated with as much respect.

I blinked once. Twice.

So that was you we heard. And not the sound of the stock market crashing. You'd do us all a BIG favor if you just trimmed those lashes a bit. And moistened them from time to time. The crunching is deafening.

ZZUB – was that you?

On a Southwest flight? Not hardly. Not unless we lose a war or Obama wins. Which is roughly the same thing.

Instead, I put all of my stuff away and chatted Missy up for the rest of the flight to Orlando, providing much-needed distraction.

For who?! Your poor friend, like your car, was in much need of attention and instead you talked her ear off. I can just hear the conversation too. It was probably all "this is this," and "that is that." Poor, neglected, nauseated Missy.

ZZUBY hurled a time or two on a plane. Pretty gross stuff actually. Did it right at her seat. In the little bag. But the smell! Good night nurse! That is some kinda strong smell!

Anyway, sure enjoying reading about your trip.

 

[askelton]

I was wired on that “I’m Going to Disney!” caffeine.

A picture!

Too bad I only live 5 minutes from the airport or I'd need a limo too!

And an upgrade? Your day is certainly looking up.

Wasn't Lizzie Bordon from Fall River?

Me: So, does that make you a Red Sox or a Yankees fan?

AL?

 

[FreFam5]

Well I certainly hope Jim from Needham is working when Melissa from Weymouth checks in next week! It's nice to have an MA connection!

And I know Fall River!!!!!

 

[KatGarcia]

Awesome luck with the upgrade!!!!!! I am thoroughly jealous.

 

[Lady Lallie]

Wowser!

You had quite the first day. Poor Missy. I live in fear of getting sick on airplance, well not live, just when I am on the plane.

The limo upgrade!?! I can't even imagine. Then the Poly upgrade!?! Completely speechless!

I can't wait to hear more, I feel the dream squad a-coming.

 

[2xcited2sleep]

Well, heck, if all it takes is a little vomit to get upgrades like that...

Maybe not. But how awesome for you!

 

[TarzansKat]

I am brave, dear friend.

I will multi-quote.

***WARNING: This one is a bit lengthy. ***

There's nothing wrong with that, my dear! WRITE ON!!!!

See, yours truly didn’t check us in online. Because yours truly isn’t experienced with the whole check in online at home and still check the luggage in at the airport process. I figured you MUST be able to do that…something to do with curb-side check-in and all that…but then Missy mentioned something about how the last time she’d done that they’d lost her luggage and, well, my decision was made.

Okay, before I bring out the funny, I SO could have helped you with this. The whole ease of online check-in. To curb-side check-in. To being in boarding group A, and all that. Next time, my dear. Next time.

The whole check in on the self-help screens had me feeling decidedly OLD.

Honey, we're not old yet. That's next year.

We headed through security ourselves. The line was pretty much non-existent. And thankfully, I didn’t need to get the Security-pat-down-that-should-come-with-dinner-and-a-movie.

I think I'll have to e-mail you my comment on that one, because it's just not DIS/family friendly.

To meet up with the 40 other families with children under 5 all waiting for the same flight to Disney.

Missy and I exchanged looks and I began scanning the seats to identify which children I DIDN’T want to sit next to.

I would pretend to take exception to this, but I don't. Because even though I have a child (who always does not understand the importance of NOT kicking the seat in front of him), I am scanning for THOSE kids too.

“I don’t want to be kept awake and coffee? I don’t want to have to spend any time in that tiny little airplane bathroom.”

Poor Missy.

Famous.
Last.
Words.

We were excited.
Missy was tired.

I was wired on that “I’m Going to Disney!” caffeine.

You both look so dang cute!!!

About a third of the way into the flight, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Missy sit up straight-er. I could see her eyes blink a few times behind her shades and then she pushed them up onto her head. She had a look on her face. A look I recognized but couldn’t quite place. I pulled my earbuds out as she did and said, “What’s up?”

She stared at me.

For a full ten seconds.

A LONG ten seconds.

Then, she spoke.

“I think I’m going to throw up.”

I blinked once. Twice. “Are you sure?”

Three more seconds. “Yes. I’m going to throw up.”

I bolted into action. Picture this, if you will – I gathered up my iPod, laptop, put up the tray all while balancing my cranberry juice in my right hand, determined not to spill it on the balding head in front of me (ZZUB – was that you? )

Missy quickly but calmly made it out and headed the few short rows towards the rear lav, before getting stuck behind the flight attendant with the drink tray. I watched her, feeling her agony. Finally she leaned forward and said, “Um, ma’am? I need to get to that bathroom RIGHT. NOW.” The attendant recognized “the look” and deftly stepped into a row, letting Missy pass.

Seriously? Even though I've heard this before, it's still horrifying reading it agian. I sooooooooooo feel her pain on the contortions of the airplane bathroom, having had to change my toddler in one. Except there was no vomit involved. Thank god. Just normal activities. And maybe some yoga.

Our flight arrived early and we made a non-vomit pitstop in the ladies room before heading to the non-monorail monorail. Well non-vomit EXCEPT for the poor lady in the stall RIGHT NEXT TO Missy. I was beginning to wonder exactly what kind of trip this was going to be.

What are you, vomit magnets?

Much like ZZUB with the cranky cast members?

Our mouths dropped open. (While Gary’s back was turned anyway, rolling our luggage to the trunk. Which, by the way is bigger than my bedroom.)

I couldn’t believe this. I also couldn’t decide if something had gotten screwed up – was this a free upgrade or would I log in to see my card had been charged $500 and not the $122 I’d agreed to pay?

It was like a club back there.

We had a ball, goofing on the people gawking at us on the highway.

I just want to know if you busted out your grill and started talking about your bling.

Jim: (glancing down casually and then, in a tone as if he were merely telling me it’s hot in Florida) Well, you were upgraded to the concierge level this morning. How’s that?

My mouth dropped open.
I looked at Missy.
We high-fived.

So just how long did it take for you to resume normal speech patterns? Because I think that is one thing that would have rendered me unable to communicate! The upgrade was awesome!

“Nik, if all I have to do to get all this for us is throw up, I’ll do it all week long.”

God bless her. Taking one for the team.

Up Next: The Room! My Toes! The Four Cheese Potatoes!

Can't wait.

 

[Charleston Princess]

So the whole vomit thing pretty much bites, but woohoo for the upgrade on the limo and the room!!!

My favorite line from this update: "...after we got leid..." -- so glad I wasn't reading it out loud.

 

[SwansLoveDisney]

Oh no! Poor Missy!

I can't believe your two most excellent upgrades! What luck!

Can I go with you next time?

 

[My sister's princess]

This is already turning out to be a a good read!

 

[Tinkerbellarella]

That. is. awesome!!!!!

Ah, yes. Another convert to overuse of punctuation. Next you'll be saying DUDE! left and right. Just ask LegoMom.

Love it, another great update

Glad you're enjoying it. It makes the cold of death that I have right now feel less death-like.

lil miss lurker here

Hullo.

saaawweeeeettt!!

Duuuuuuude.

It's a shame that poor Missy had to take a couple for the team 40,000 miles above sea level, but the magic was a-shining on you guys after.

And continued throughout the week, as will be seen. Though I also had to take one for the team (in a different way) midweek for the magic to continue.

Under $3???? I'm tempted to drive to MA just to get gas that cheap. Around here the lowest is about $3.35 and I've been doing the happy dance over that.

To be honest, I'd rather be paying higher prices and have our economy rebounding but at this point, my 401K says to look at ANY bright side I can find.

That's usually where my seat is. Right near the screaming child.

I'll look for you next time.

Just curious what kind of room had you booked originally?

We were originally booked in a Garden View room and I had requested the Tokelau building (which is right next to the Hawaii building).

If only your car was treated with as much respect.

So I probably shouldn't mention that I accidentally pulled too far forward in my parking spot today and scraped the underbelly of my bumper on the curb, huh?

Sue me.

Not unless we lose a war or Obama wins. Which is roughly the same thing.

I hear the first thing on Obama's agenda when he becomes president is to sell Alaska to Russia.

For who?! Your poor friend, like your car, was in much need of attention and instead you talked her ear off. I can just hear the conversation too. It was probably all "this is this," and "that is that." Poor, neglected, nauseated Missy.

THANK YOU ZZUB for the vote of confidence that absolutely ANYTHING I have to say to my friend of umpteen years would be interesting enough to distract her from sharing her pre-eaten breakfast with our neighbors rather than bore her into further stomach circus acts.

Or something like that.

ZZUBY hurled a time or two on a plane. Pretty gross stuff actually. Did it right at her seat. In the little bag. But the smell! Good night nurse! That is some kinda strong smell!

Which is precisely why Missy straight out REFUSED to hurl in the bags.

Wasn't Lizzie Bordon from Fall River?

She WAS! Two points for you.

Well I certainly hope Jim from Needham is working when Melissa from Weymouth checks in next week! It's nice to have an MA connection!

And I know Fall River!!!!!

Oh. You should come join us on the Lapuette thread (see the link in my siggie). A lot of us are from MA or at least the NE area...and those of us who aren't, well, they all WANT to be from NE, they just don't know it yet.

Except for LegoMom, she's furiously trying to leave NH for the warmer climes of FL.

I am thoroughly jealous.

Don't be jealous! You can have it too! Just add vomit!

I live in fear of getting sick on airplance, well not live, just when I am on the plane.

Thanks for straightening that out there.

I can't wait to hear more, I feel the dream squad a-coming.

I'm actually not going to cliff hang (much) on this one. I did not see the Dream Squad ONCE during my entire stay in the World. Although I did experience the "side effect" of their presence on Thursday morning.

Well, heck, if all it takes is a little vomit to get upgrades like that...

Maybe not.

Do it. All the cool kids are.

Okay, before I bring out the funny, I SO could have helped you with this. The whole ease of online check-in. To curb-side check-in. To being in boarding group A, and all that. Next time, my dear. Next time.

You do realize, the whole time I was standing there, KNOWING I'd be in Boarding Group Z3, that I was thinking about how you'd checked in online and how I should've asked you about that, right?

Famous.
Last.
Words.

No. Doubt. (NOGwenStefani)

Seriously? Even though I've heard this before, it's still horrifying reading it agian. I sooooooooooo feel her pain on the contortions of the airplane bathroom, having had to change my toddler in one. Except there was no vomit involved. Thank god. Just normal activities. And maybe some yoga.

I don't think I've stepped foot in an airplane bathroom since sometime in the 90's. I KNEW there was a reason for that. Missy was kind enough to remind me.

What are you, vomit magnets?

Much like ZZUB with the cranky cast members?

For this (and ONLY this) would I rather be ZZUB.

I just want to know if you busted out your grill and started talking about your bling.

You KNOW it homie. Word. That ice was blinging all over! I hit up my boo on my celly to tell him straigh up about all of that shiznit.

My favorite line from this update: "...after we got leid..." -- so glad I wasn't reading it out loud.

Can I go with you next time?

Sure. Can you vomit on command?

This is already turning out to be a a good read!

Welcome and thanks!

 

[trixiequilts]

You KNOW it homie. Word. That ice was blinging all over! I hit up my boo on my celly to tell him straigh up about all of that shiznit.

I just laughed right out loud! What the dillio wih dat?