SashaG walks out into the streets in a fancy party dress.

It is with the Greatest pleasure that I am here to Gush all over quiet’s Godmother Glowing Glamourous Gala. Even though, some might not call her Golden, quiet the Greek has Grinningly Gone the extra mile to make the no-so-Groovy Philadelphia Great again.

quiet is a Glutton for the Greenest of Olives, and their Greasy oil which she always carries at least a Gallon of, so there will be much for all to Graze on, and Gulp down, and leave us all Gassy. 

So let’s all Greet with a cup of Gin and juice, and a Gargantuan spanakopita, with Green spinach, as it’s time to Go as a Group in decorated Gloves and Gucci purses to the aforementioned Grecian Gala, with a Graphic array of Goodies for all. Fortunately, we did not Get rain and do not need Galoshes.

We should also all congratulate SmiGly as quiet’s Good 'ole Genuine Gallant Gladiator General. May SmiGly's Governance be as Gradual as the rest of the reGion, with Gentle prolonG as his personal Guard. 

SashaG proceeds to the party, Giddy.

ASS! JALOPY CRASH!

BOOM SNAP WHO CRAPPED ON THE CAT?!?!?

Stoned mobstuh speaks

"Congratulations to Smigly! Hopefully, y'all let the freedom bell ring for those it tolls,  and may the exiled inhabit the land."

A peculiar dance overcomes Paddy, a sort of wavelike motion. It began at the tip of his starboard fingertips, and it rolled through his arms with the grace of a falcon divin' for food. It hits the starboard shoulder where Paddy continues the roll, once his port shoulder is raised he rolls it back starboard. His head sways to the motion of the ocean inside the fucktard's body. He sends the roll to his left fingertip at a faster pace and begins snappin' with his right hand. Sittin' into a hunch as his left hand just shoots a finger fun into the air. Multiple rounds fired off into the air, with no sounds just the cries of car horns in the background.

The sound of traffic just kinda hums in the background as he spins all the way around. He puts his right hand in a finger gun clawhammer stance and lets his fookin' hammers bang. Squeezin' off at least a ten rounds before he pulls out a prerolled spliff. He lights it with the quickness of a hooker that just stabbed a john in the throat. 

Smoke twirls in the air

Apparition appear'zuh

Smiley face smoke cloud