Hello to all of our avid fans and readers!
We apologize for being absent from your lives, leaving a vast gaping hole where AWESOMENESS usually is. But don't worry - we are back!
As a Christmas gift to you we would love to fill you in on everything you have missed! As well, give you a few of our recent insights into humanity.
June and Al's departure kicked off 50 days of hijinx! Yes, hijinx. With promises of avid plant watering, house cleaning and prompt mail retrieval the two gal pals bid them adieu. It was quickly realized that these items of interest were not high on the priority list and were quickly banished to the dusty corners of their minds. Instead, Melissa turned her attentions to a spontaneous trip to the West Coast where many an adventure took place. Gallons of wine, millions of change rooms and several hours in a truck taking in her favourite sights of Vancouver made for a fantastic trip.
Back at home Desaree decided it was time to take a dip in the pool...in the middle of the bowl...in the freezing cold. Because why not really? Pneumonia could be fun... Actuallllyyyyy, it was for charity and quite a lot more fun than you would think (especially since a steaming hot tub awaited). The after party turned out to be even more fun, though someone (Desaree) was abandoned by her cellular device that night. Despite her insistent calling for days after the split the phone did not return and she was forced to make a new friend. For a lot of money.
With the addition to their lives of a Lloydministerian the girls had it pointed out to them one night at supper that their classification of 'top three worst cities in Saskatchewan' was both prejudice and prideful. Adam did not look favourably upon their observations, to which the girls replied, "Everyone's a bit of a jackass sometimes". Adam's scorn did not disappear, however, his fondness for one and tolerance for the other won out and the dinner continued in peace.
As finals bogged down on the girls they found refuge in one of their favourite activities - planning this years potluck. This was to be the girls' biggest potluck yet, so it required much preparation (really just a lot of dress shopping). The night of the big event started out a bit earlier than the girls thought as they neglected to carefully read over the invitations. Thankfully, two tastefully dressed (and one slightly drunk - Dopko this is you) greeters were able to entertain guests while mascara was hastily applied in the basement. The food was fantastic (thanks again Kathy) however, as the girls did not carefully read the r.s.v.p they ended up with much more liquid food than expected. 11 bottles of wine and one Sambuca later the tastefully adorned guests stumbled out the door to one of their favourite establishments for dancing - the Hose and Hydrant. Much dancing, drinking and craftiness occured that night, resulting in a overwhelmingly successful potluck. A musical ride home with a brief stop at a local fast food establishment added free cheeseburgers for some and a blank spot in others memories.
June and Al's return was a bit of a relief to the girls as they now knew they would be getting at least one square meal a day. However, guilt was immediately instilled when June looked brokenheartedly at the crusty leaves of her plants that were once her prized possessions. She'll get over it. J and A did not sit still at home for long though - the girls returned home one night to find an intense game of bowling going on in the living room, an early gift to themselves. That's right, a wii was purchased.
We would like to wrap up this blog by wishing everyone a Merry Christmas, a Happy Hanukkah and a classy Kwanza. A game of tennis now awaits us and we need to steal Al's top score...
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Advice Installment #2
Gals! Pals! Even Als! Just wanted to wish you a merry thanksgiving! Here are a few tips on how to thoroughly enjoy the holidays...
1. Snack lightly throughout the day so to exercise your stomach and prepare for the big meal.
2. Even though Al tries to pressure it on you, DO NOT eat the drumstick. It is too large and you will feel ill after (just like when you were 13).
3. Bring home your laundry! (Parents just LOVE that)
4. If your family is large, boisterous, and a wee bit loony, this is perhaps NOT the best time to bring home the significant other for the initial meeting.
5. On the way home, or maybe even a day before, start doing hand exercises because you know you will be playing cards ALL the time.
6. INDULGE.
Happy Thanksgivinggg!
-Desaree and Melissa
1. Snack lightly throughout the day so to exercise your stomach and prepare for the big meal.
2. Even though Al tries to pressure it on you, DO NOT eat the drumstick. It is too large and you will feel ill after (just like when you were 13).
3. Bring home your laundry! (Parents just LOVE that)
4. If your family is large, boisterous, and a wee bit loony, this is perhaps NOT the best time to bring home the significant other for the initial meeting.
5. On the way home, or maybe even a day before, start doing hand exercises because you know you will be playing cards ALL the time.
6. INDULGE.
Happy Thanksgivinggg!
-Desaree and Melissa
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
TEASERRRRR POST!
Desaree and Melissa REALLY need to do laundry...
But besides that, the girls have found some new hobbies and events these days to keep them busy and out of trouble (perhaps still a bit of trouble...).
Birthday festivities last week were extremely successful; two of the gal pals (not June) and a few of their close female friends picked up some new saucy moves from a hilarious Romanian dance instructor, then publicly displayed them at the local firehall (fondly known as the Hose). The night turned out to have many twists and turns, including Granny Lindsay, unable to keep up with the 21 year olds, random shots from the bar owner, many hilarious dance partners and one Mr. Dube proving that he had some moves of his own (to EVERYONE). The housemates ended up having a blast and waking up only as rough as a mildy furry badger's arse.
In other news, Desaree's ballet and Melissa's attempts at painting continue on with much enthusiasm and only a small amount of cursing. Their fine art experiences don't end there! A fabulous pirate themed concert last week and more upcoming plays and shows promise to keep the girls cultured. The girls also seem to be staying v. fashionista (with their new fab things from their Calgary trip) and will be willing to dish out fashion tips this Friday at the Value Village Pub Crawl ($5, meet at the Deuce at 8 -- shameless plug right there...)!!
The countdown is on until the departure of one gal pal and Al (this time it is June). Where are they going, you might ask? To the hurricane ridden state of Texas! The girls won't be expecting any gifts though...as June will only have room for her flip-flops and a bottle of Mrs. Butterworths syrup, in the midlife-crisis-mobile (the T-bird).
Be sure to stay tuned to hear more about what happens when the girls get free rein of the house...party anyone?
One more thing...Dopko likes long walks on the beach and London Fogs :)
But besides that, the girls have found some new hobbies and events these days to keep them busy and out of trouble (perhaps still a bit of trouble...).
Birthday festivities last week were extremely successful; two of the gal pals (not June) and a few of their close female friends picked up some new saucy moves from a hilarious Romanian dance instructor, then publicly displayed them at the local firehall (fondly known as the Hose). The night turned out to have many twists and turns, including Granny Lindsay, unable to keep up with the 21 year olds, random shots from the bar owner, many hilarious dance partners and one Mr. Dube proving that he had some moves of his own (to EVERYONE). The housemates ended up having a blast and waking up only as rough as a mildy furry badger's arse.
In other news, Desaree's ballet and Melissa's attempts at painting continue on with much enthusiasm and only a small amount of cursing. Their fine art experiences don't end there! A fabulous pirate themed concert last week and more upcoming plays and shows promise to keep the girls cultured. The girls also seem to be staying v. fashionista (with their new fab things from their Calgary trip) and will be willing to dish out fashion tips this Friday at the Value Village Pub Crawl ($5, meet at the Deuce at 8 -- shameless plug right there...)!!
The countdown is on until the departure of one gal pal and Al (this time it is June). Where are they going, you might ask? To the hurricane ridden state of Texas! The girls won't be expecting any gifts though...as June will only have room for her flip-flops and a bottle of Mrs. Butterworths syrup, in the midlife-crisis-mobile (the T-bird).
Be sure to stay tuned to hear more about what happens when the girls get free rein of the house...party anyone?
One more thing...Dopko likes long walks on the beach and London Fogs :)
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
3 Gal Pals n' Al take on Calgary!
The Smuh family semi-swiftly loaded the car and departed from the 1970's neighbourhood they had been lodging at for the past 3 nights. After many hugs with the official cutest elderly couple alive, the Smuhs took off to collect Desaree and begin their journey home.
As they made their way across the South of Calgary, they reflected on highlights of their weekend. June thought happily of the efficiency with which her and Al had changed the flat tire on their way to Alberta while their helpful daughter called mildly humorous comments out the window. Al hummed under his breath as he remembered the thrill of seeing Neil Diamond in concert for the 5th fabulous time- Sweet Caroline never gets old. Melissa mentally high-fived herself for successfully passing off her cold (or possibly jaundice) as simply being chilly and tired to her very cautious great aunt and uncle.
After a quick but necessary direction refresher call, the Smuhs rolled up in their very flashy Grand Marquis to collect Red. After a semi-emotional (not really that emotional) goodbye with the gracious (not really that gracious) host Jamie, Des piled herself and a multitude of textbooks into the back with Mel. Now it was time for a giggly reflection of their Calgary adventures.
Desaree recalled on the not-so-rare but quite awkward experience of being bellowed at in a posh store in regards to her coppery locks whilst Melissa reflected on how fun it was to shop with a hunch back- her outrageous school bag, fondly referred to as the Sad Sack. Despite those two setbacks, shopping was a huge, tax-free success.
The girls smiled warmly as they thought back to their delicious snails-pace italian meal and their dashed plans for a night of dancing due to overstuffed stomachs. They recalled how their night had not ended quite yet, as they had made their way to a favourite martini bar for a night of double drinks and plotting. A surprise run-in with an old friend and the privilege of witnessing the most terrifying window display ever had rounded out their evening. The gals had fondly reminisced as they walked by old favourite shops, including one Spy City (with a v. inconspicuous white limo donning a 'Spy City' decal across the side) and 100% Legit: need we say anymore about our beloved hip-hop clothing tailor?
The 3 gal pals n' Al made their way out of Calgary with the assistance of June and Al's new purchase (& best friend) Garmin (a poor name for a GPS). June delighted in changing the helpful voice from male to female and back and giving Desaree a special treat in switching it from english to svenska....oh June. The entire trip was mapped out by the crew's new pal, and the girls couldn't help but wonder if they were actually going to be getting home that night or ending up in one of the territories. In the end they did end up in Saskatoon but of course not without some difficulties...
A quick stop in Hanna for a snack turned out to take a bit longer than usual, since as June, Al, and Desaree were ordering a quick meal, Mel bounded over shouting like a child, 'CAN I BORROW 7 DOLLARS?' to her mother for a small pizza that was calling her name. Unfortunately 'Pizza Hut Express' was a hugely misleading name...and Tyler, the 16 year old pizza sous chef seemed to have other important things to do (talk to his pals, flirt with girls, show off the benefits of his new head phones to passing customers) rather than focus creating the personal-pan Canadian masterpiece. Thankfully, after an eon of dirty looks from Mel and Des, her pizza was chucked unceremoniously onto the counter. Before departing Hanna (the home of Nickleback, obviously), however, the girls had the privilege of witnessing the latest Hanna catwalk fashion (greasy, bleached-with-roots hair, see through capri pants, giant skater shoes, and a pink shiny, furry vest), and meeting a true gentleman (a very large middle aged man in a fluorescent green tee with "SHIT YEAH" splashed across the chest).
The 3 Gal Pals N' Al cruised out of Hanna on the open road, thinking nothing could stop them in returning to Saskatoon swiftly. Much to their chagrin, however, they did not get too far before the local 'Sheriff' was pulling June over for going at a speed deemed a tad bit high. Trying to be a bit optimistic the girls reassured June how lucky it was that they had not yet crossed the border, thus saving a bit on tax! After driving through an intense thunderstorm full of hard rain and lightening bright enough to read a text book by (not that anyone utilized the opportunity to be studious) the gal pals n' Al safely rolled into 1222 Smuh Place.
Look forward to:
-the next road trip, this one minus one gal pal but plus a presby, an old man, and a Smuh sister! Can anyone say Thanksgiving?? What stunts will Morris put Kent up to? Will Jen learn to shoot a gun? And will Melissa get tricked into eating the drumstick again? Check back in a few weeks...
As they made their way across the South of Calgary, they reflected on highlights of their weekend. June thought happily of the efficiency with which her and Al had changed the flat tire on their way to Alberta while their helpful daughter called mildly humorous comments out the window. Al hummed under his breath as he remembered the thrill of seeing Neil Diamond in concert for the 5th fabulous time- Sweet Caroline never gets old. Melissa mentally high-fived herself for successfully passing off her cold (or possibly jaundice) as simply being chilly and tired to her very cautious great aunt and uncle.
After a quick but necessary direction refresher call, the Smuhs rolled up in their very flashy Grand Marquis to collect Red. After a semi-emotional (not really that emotional) goodbye with the gracious (not really that gracious) host Jamie, Des piled herself and a multitude of textbooks into the back with Mel. Now it was time for a giggly reflection of their Calgary adventures.
Desaree recalled on the not-so-rare but quite awkward experience of being bellowed at in a posh store in regards to her coppery locks whilst Melissa reflected on how fun it was to shop with a hunch back- her outrageous school bag, fondly referred to as the Sad Sack. Despite those two setbacks, shopping was a huge, tax-free success.
The girls smiled warmly as they thought back to their delicious snails-pace italian meal and their dashed plans for a night of dancing due to overstuffed stomachs. They recalled how their night had not ended quite yet, as they had made their way to a favourite martini bar for a night of double drinks and plotting. A surprise run-in with an old friend and the privilege of witnessing the most terrifying window display ever had rounded out their evening. The gals had fondly reminisced as they walked by old favourite shops, including one Spy City (with a v. inconspicuous white limo donning a 'Spy City' decal across the side) and 100% Legit: need we say anymore about our beloved hip-hop clothing tailor?
The 3 gal pals n' Al made their way out of Calgary with the assistance of June and Al's new purchase (& best friend) Garmin (a poor name for a GPS). June delighted in changing the helpful voice from male to female and back and giving Desaree a special treat in switching it from english to svenska....oh June. The entire trip was mapped out by the crew's new pal, and the girls couldn't help but wonder if they were actually going to be getting home that night or ending up in one of the territories. In the end they did end up in Saskatoon but of course not without some difficulties...
A quick stop in Hanna for a snack turned out to take a bit longer than usual, since as June, Al, and Desaree were ordering a quick meal, Mel bounded over shouting like a child, 'CAN I BORROW 7 DOLLARS?' to her mother for a small pizza that was calling her name. Unfortunately 'Pizza Hut Express' was a hugely misleading name...and Tyler, the 16 year old pizza sous chef seemed to have other important things to do (talk to his pals, flirt with girls, show off the benefits of his new head phones to passing customers) rather than focus creating the personal-pan Canadian masterpiece. Thankfully, after an eon of dirty looks from Mel and Des, her pizza was chucked unceremoniously onto the counter. Before departing Hanna (the home of Nickleback, obviously), however, the girls had the privilege of witnessing the latest Hanna catwalk fashion (greasy, bleached-with-roots hair, see through capri pants, giant skater shoes, and a pink shiny, furry vest), and meeting a true gentleman (a very large middle aged man in a fluorescent green tee with "SHIT YEAH" splashed across the chest).
The 3 Gal Pals N' Al cruised out of Hanna on the open road, thinking nothing could stop them in returning to Saskatoon swiftly. Much to their chagrin, however, they did not get too far before the local 'Sheriff' was pulling June over for going at a speed deemed a tad bit high. Trying to be a bit optimistic the girls reassured June how lucky it was that they had not yet crossed the border, thus saving a bit on tax! After driving through an intense thunderstorm full of hard rain and lightening bright enough to read a text book by (not that anyone utilized the opportunity to be studious) the gal pals n' Al safely rolled into 1222 Smuh Place.
Look forward to:
-the next road trip, this one minus one gal pal but plus a presby, an old man, and a Smuh sister! Can anyone say Thanksgiving?? What stunts will Morris put Kent up to? Will Jen learn to shoot a gun? And will Melissa get tricked into eating the drumstick again? Check back in a few weeks...
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The Advice Column, Installment 1
Well, after a week of perhaps too much fun Melissa and Desaree find themselves snuggled up under the covers brainstorming a step-by-step guide to snaring a suitor*.
*Disclaimer: They are NOT desperate. Just browsing ;)
Here are a couple of their ideas (feel free to use them yourselves ladies!)
Step 1: Switch your major to Finance
Step 2: Swimming lessons
Step 3: Put your junk in that box!
On the extremely rare chance that this plan does NOT work, here is another option:
Step 1: Invite Bob over for pool party
Step 2: Get fab clothes and a bang trim
Step 3: Make her open the box!
Well, there you have it ladies, two foolproof plans to ensnaring your man...you're welcome!
xoxo
P.S. Dopko has BROWN hair...thought you ought to know...
*Disclaimer: They are NOT desperate. Just browsing ;)
Here are a couple of their ideas (feel free to use them yourselves ladies!)
Step 1: Switch your major to Finance
Step 2: Swimming lessons
Step 3: Put your junk in that box!
On the extremely rare chance that this plan does NOT work, here is another option:
Step 1: Invite Bob over for pool party
Step 2: Get fab clothes and a bang trim
Step 3: Make her open the box!
Well, there you have it ladies, two foolproof plans to ensnaring your man...you're welcome!
xoxo
P.S. Dopko has BROWN hair...thought you ought to know...
Friday, September 5, 2008
Rough as a Badgers Arse (a v. hairy badger)
In honour of bringing in the new year of school, the roommates launched into a weeklong bender, with the goal of constant intoxication, meeting fab new friends (catching up with old ones) and ending each night on their feet.
What they didn't account for was the possibility that one night would leave them in tatters; too rough to enjoy the much anticipated welcome week beer gardens...
That fateful night began with Desaree meeting her little buddy. Sam was a cute, shy first-year eager to be introduced to the ways of university life (especially the social aspect). After a brief stop at the liquor church on 8th they were ready to party the night away. However, a pre-party worthy of their presence could not be found and they were forced to create their own.
Meanwhile...
Melissa was enjoying her day at her usually peaceful place of employment, a kids clothing store. Yet, offering to assist her boss (in a non-lick arse way) in moving the adorable halloween costumes proved to be a v. dangerous job. A flying tape gun to the face caused a yelp, copious amounts of blood and an "honestly!" from Melissa. Al was changing into his trunks for a late afternoon dip when Melissa's boss called, breaking the news that she might need stitches and that he should come collect her immediately. Luckily, the wound would prove to not be fatal, and a polar bear shaped ice pack would be all the care it needed.
9o'clock brought our heroines together; Desaree, well on her way to intoxication, greeted a swollen-faced, self conscious Melissa with a hoot, a holler and much encouragement to catch up to everyones current state of inebriation. Quite happy to oblige, she started drinking back vodka orange's like they were going out of style.
Since Jesse's little buddy cut out of the party early, Jesse adopted Melissa as her little buddy for the night. With good big buddy etiquette Jesse showered shots upon Mel all night long while Desaree and Sam did much the same.
The girls decided that it was time to find the actual party, so the 6 of them set off. They had been tipped off that this party was mere footsteps out the door, but sadly an obnoxiously loud search of the neighbourhood proved to be unfruitful. Luckily, after making a few calls (and pushing a few apartment buzzers they shouldn't have) the gals were back on track and off to the party!
Unfortunately, upon finally arriving at the right address the beer bottle scattered lawn and dark windows proved the party had been moved elsewhere! Several MORE phone calls and a short drive later the gang arrived at JT's, where the party seemed to be hopping.
The night became a bit of a blur after this for the girls as the liquors began to flow from generous friends and admirers. Blurry memories recall three consecutive glasses dropped and smashed by a loose handed Mel, outrageous dance moves developed on the dance floor and a drunk-only friendship found in a childhood rival.
Upon arriving at home the girls coerced two innocent, anonymous and mostly sober friends into a 2am backyard dip. Falling into bed the girls reminisced fondly of the night and anticipated the equally wild week to come.
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For the first day of school as roommates, the girls had big plans, this was going to be a fantastic day. They would start off the day with a photo of their fabulous back to school look, attend the pancake breakfast in the bowl and stun everyone in their classes with their attractiveness and spunk. Hardly.
The morning began with June's terse face spinning in Mel's half asleep view, demanding answers to questions like 'Why is the pool uncovered?', 'Why is your light on?' and 'Don't you have to leave for class in 15 minutes?' One wobbly shower later Mel stumbled to the basement where her and Des both realized that the swim and sleep did not sober them up entirely. Giggling at their misfortunes the girls hastily dressed themselves with clothes from the floor, threw their hair up in ponytails (one was wet, the other was last nights pool hair) and sprinted to the bus.
Much to their chagrin the bus did not appear for quite some time. They managed to get picked up by a later bus where Dopko was only too eager to mock their current condition. Realizing as they approached school that they had not done the proper research, an SOS call was made to supply them their class locations. Unfortunately the bus did not arrive with enough time to utilize this information and the girls collapsed with remedial coffee and chocolate milk in the Arts Buffeteria. Needless to say, they ended up needing a 48hr hiatus before they could resume their week of fun.
IN THE NEXT BLOG...
Find out answers to many mysteries of that day. Why was everything in Melissa's purse soaked? Where did Desaree's bag spend the next 24 hours? And what was the TRUE reasoning behinds Mel's light being on?
9o'clock brought our heroines together; Desaree, well on her way to intoxication, greeted a swollen-faced, self conscious Melissa with a hoot, a holler and much encouragement to catch up to everyones current state of inebriation. Quite happy to oblige, she started drinking back vodka orange's like they were going out of style.
Since Jesse's little buddy cut out of the party early, Jesse adopted Melissa as her little buddy for the night. With good big buddy etiquette Jesse showered shots upon Mel all night long while Desaree and Sam did much the same.
The girls decided that it was time to find the actual party, so the 6 of them set off. They had been tipped off that this party was mere footsteps out the door, but sadly an obnoxiously loud search of the neighbourhood proved to be unfruitful. Luckily, after making a few calls (and pushing a few apartment buzzers they shouldn't have) the gals were back on track and off to the party!
Unfortunately, upon finally arriving at the right address the beer bottle scattered lawn and dark windows proved the party had been moved elsewhere! Several MORE phone calls and a short drive later the gang arrived at JT's, where the party seemed to be hopping.
The night became a bit of a blur after this for the girls as the liquors began to flow from generous friends and admirers. Blurry memories recall three consecutive glasses dropped and smashed by a loose handed Mel, outrageous dance moves developed on the dance floor and a drunk-only friendship found in a childhood rival.
Upon arriving at home the girls coerced two innocent, anonymous and mostly sober friends into a 2am backyard dip. Falling into bed the girls reminisced fondly of the night and anticipated the equally wild week to come.
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For the first day of school as roommates, the girls had big plans, this was going to be a fantastic day. They would start off the day with a photo of their fabulous back to school look, attend the pancake breakfast in the bowl and stun everyone in their classes with their attractiveness and spunk. Hardly.
The morning began with June's terse face spinning in Mel's half asleep view, demanding answers to questions like 'Why is the pool uncovered?', 'Why is your light on?' and 'Don't you have to leave for class in 15 minutes?' One wobbly shower later Mel stumbled to the basement where her and Des both realized that the swim and sleep did not sober them up entirely. Giggling at their misfortunes the girls hastily dressed themselves with clothes from the floor, threw their hair up in ponytails (one was wet, the other was last nights pool hair) and sprinted to the bus.
Much to their chagrin the bus did not appear for quite some time. They managed to get picked up by a later bus where Dopko was only too eager to mock their current condition. Realizing as they approached school that they had not done the proper research, an SOS call was made to supply them their class locations. Unfortunately the bus did not arrive with enough time to utilize this information and the girls collapsed with remedial coffee and chocolate milk in the Arts Buffeteria. Needless to say, they ended up needing a 48hr hiatus before they could resume their week of fun.
IN THE NEXT BLOG...
Find out answers to many mysteries of that day. Why was everything in Melissa's purse soaked? Where did Desaree's bag spend the next 24 hours? And what was the TRUE reasoning behinds Mel's light being on?
Sunday, August 31, 2008
COMING SOONNNN!
Get Ready! The BEST blog of your life is about to hit the world wide web!
As Desaree's furniture is being unloaded into 1222 Smuh Pl., this powerhouse (and amazingly beautiful) duo is about to take on the world as housemates! Look forward to hearing about quirky encounters, zany mishaps and outrageous day-to-day interactions with our favourite couple, June and Al. Not only will this epic adventure be revealed through word, but fans can stay connected through multimedia extras (including pictures AND video!).
"Most anticipated blog of the year." -Ebert and Roeper
"You'll never believe the stunts these two gorgeous gals get up to!" -The Sun
"FAB!" -Brad Wall
As Desaree's furniture is being unloaded into 1222 Smuh Pl., this powerhouse (and amazingly beautiful) duo is about to take on the world as housemates! Look forward to hearing about quirky encounters, zany mishaps and outrageous day-to-day interactions with our favourite couple, June and Al. Not only will this epic adventure be revealed through word, but fans can stay connected through multimedia extras (including pictures AND video!).
"Most anticipated blog of the year." -Ebert and Roeper
"You'll never believe the stunts these two gorgeous gals get up to!" -The Sun
"FAB!" -Brad Wall
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