Elle: My throat feels like I’ve been gargling sandpaper. And I smell like that god’s schlong. It’s worse than when you got sprayed by the skunk. But that’s it. Donut: OH NO, I’M SO SORRY. Elle: It’s not the first time I’ve woken up stinking like a stranger’s wang, believe me. Imani: Elle! Elle: Don’t pretend you don’t know what went down on canasta night.
