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“Oh, Lord!” I don’t knohether it’s the alcohol or it really is that this pair is hilarious What I do know is I’ve barely thought about my man troubles for hours

Oh, Alexander

“Did you keep your appointment at the salon?” Emma suddenly asks her friend

“I’m sittin’ here with you, am I no’?”

I run her answer though my alcohol-buzzed head, slow it down, and decide that her ansas no

“There’s a salon here?” I interject as the word sinks into ood?”

“It’s the only one forbefore her attention turns back to her friend “Why didn’t you?”

“Because I’m here with you—because the twat called and said he couldn’tfor a wax after that”

Oh, so like a beauty salon Good to know

“But I pulled in a favour to get you that appointment yesterday”

“But, Eonnae mash it”

“Potatoes?” I ask, coal call them tatties

Eue and teeth “She’s not peeling the potato if there’s no one to mash it Or in other words, if there’s no chance of sex, she’s not paying for a wax It’s a good job the poor woman at the salon does more than bikini waxes with that attitude” Emma adds

“Aye, because I could count the nue on one hand and still have enough digits left to finger myself” Allie’s expression twists as she indicates the bar’s clientele “The talent around here, as you can see, is abysmal”

“I don’t need those kinds of colass

“What?” E in “The fun kind?”

“She’s hangin’ out for her older man, remember? The other wora!”

“I ale, then hiccup “Oh, ”

“Wet your thrapple!” Allie cackles “Get it down you!”

“Wet my what’ll?”