“Jive turkey!” I love those words. I’ve always wanted to be in a situation where I could say “Freeze sucka!” without irony. I woke today wanting to be a powerful black chick with huge tits and a boyfriend named Sugar Bear. Instead I’m stuck in Big Chris’ big comfy bed, unable to extract my Chrissy from its warmth, reading about The Scream being stolen—again? Jeeesh. Jive turkeys. And the museum was crowded? Where was Christie Love? Okay, more about my faboo weekend after my bike ride… (Cue Isaace Hayes soundtrack.)
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