Cheers, Carrie-Boo... 🥂
~~Entry For Lana's F-d Up Wedding Toasts Challenge~~
Cheers, Carrie-boo!
I haven't seen you since Clara's wedding. I'm so psyched to see that someone wifed you up after all of these decades.
Don't worry, gurl. I bought the spice rack that you asked for in your wedding registry. I know that you like things spicy.
Speaking of spicy, I wanted to let you know that your almost-handsome groom Rhett has been getting his creep-just-keep-it-on-the-down-low on with the head Laker girl for the last three months.
How do I know that? Because I paid her to holler at him.
Remember when you took Ace from me in eleventh grade? Well, just consider it poetic justice.
As your late father, Pastor Tens, used to always tell you, stay on the narrow road or you'll reap what you sow, young queen. Have a wonderful evening, old friend!
***Thanks for hosting this challenge, Lana! 🫶🏾 I had a little too much fun with this one! lol
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Thanks for stopping by!
Much love,
Tiffa Go 🌸
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Tiffany Gordon
I am a super-spiritual, fun-loving artist, writer, & peer-counselor residing in the Pacific Northwest. I am also an Institute of Children's Literature alumna who enjoys writing about the triumph of the human spirit.
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Comments (8)
Oh dear. You sure carry a grudge. Remind me not to cross you. 😁😍😸good one Tiffy.
꧁🌹꧂꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂ Cheers ꧁🌹꧂꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂꧁🌹꧂ ꧁🌹꧂
Revenge is always soooo delicious! I aspire to be her hahahahahaha
Well, that's one way to inform her...👀 😄🤩 Crazy good, Tiffa. Now Lana will have to do "The day after the wedding challenge" so you can do a sequel. 🤣
Flipping brilliantly written I love love love it ♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️♦️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆🏆
Huh, "Just Consider It Poetic Justice" I Love It!!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷💯Clock It!⏰️ 😊🤏🏾
Oh man lol. I love this :D I thank God nothing like this happened at my wedding. Love your work, Tiff! Good luck in this challenge!
I'm sure that this has happened with quite a few athletes and those cheerleaders...