Congratulations.

Yeah, in a word.

So, motorbabes. If you aren't gettin' your butts ready to travel over to Sam and Bunny's to personally congratulate them, I will shoot so many watermelon seeds at you.

Why? THEY GOT MARRIED. Fabulous, innit?

You might want to leave 'em alone for the night, though. 'Cause, y'know. It's night. The night. After their wedding. So. They might not answer if you do knock on their door.  And if you totally disregard this warning and decide to tramp on over, don't hold me accountable for any, ah, traumatizing things seen or heard.

And Li, it's fuckin' fine. They won't massacre you. . . . Yet. _{Okay, I'm kidding. Calm the hell down.}

Keep runnin', jellycakes.



XoXogee