Stacie, me, Jenny. Before the drinks.

Get a room. Geez.

Too... much... love...

Laughing. NOT puking.

Out. Of. Control.

I thought I should post these myself before the paparazzi tried to sell them to make money. Or before someone tried to blackmail me with them. It's not like I have a crown to lose or anything but you just never know who's out there with an axe to grind.
Seriously, I haven't laughed that hard in so long... the hilarity was unceasing, and I think all three of us really needed to let our hair down like this. Thanks for an awesome celebration, girls!
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