Blonde part deux...

Vogue was in rare form at our slumber party Saturday night while making postcards for our friend Ginger (aka Syphillis Ophelia).

Roxy: "Where you going to put the address?"
Vogue: "What address?"
Roxy: "Syphi's address."
Vogue: "...uh..."
Roxy: "The address goes on the right side of the postcard."
Vogue: "Fine. Fine! What's the address?!"
Roxy: "I'm not giving you the address until you have a pen in your hand and are ready to write because I'm not going to repeat it over and over again."
Vogue: "WHAT'S THE ADDRESS!"
Roxy: "Get a fucking pen!"
Vogue: "Fine, I have a fucking pen. What's the fucking address?!"

Roxy gives her the address. Vogue glues the piece of paper with the address onto the postcard in the right top corner.

Roxy: "Where the fuck are you going to put the stamp?"
Vogue: "You didn't say anything about a stamp, bitch."
Remi: "We didn't think we had to! Have you ever gotten a postcard? God, didn't you go to college Vogue?"
Vogue: "I was in advanced classes."
Remi: "Special Ed?"