And, because we also like to pass the ca-razy around, Kate sent it to Lydia in a text message. No words. Just the picture...
[Lydia's phone beeps, announcing a text message]
Lydia: What in the name of Maude?
Kate: Isn't that not hilarious. I'm currently dying.
Lydia: Gah! My eyes. Do you hate me?
Kate: I'm going to laugh to death.
Lydia: What is WRONG with you?
Kate: I think this might be the most Whucktastic thing ever...
Lydia: It's so, so, so, so wrong.
Kate: It's to hold your puse.
Lydia: Whuck? Whuck?!
Kate: (#$&@P(# PURSE. I meant to write PURSE
Lydia: Please stop texting me.
Kate: PURSE. Like, you know...your handbag.
Lydia: I think you've done lost your mind.
Kate: Wait. No. Forget that word...ewwwww.
Kate: OK, see the strappy part? That's--
Lydia: Kate you need to--
Kate: --that's the handle--
Lydia: Please stop.
Kate: --of the purse.
Lydia: And, my phone is now dead.
Kate: Awesome! Because it realized it's funny?
Lydia: No. Because I stomped it.
Kate: But you're still texting...
Kate: Oh, haha...next time you can just leave your purse on the floor. Me? I'm using the porny thing. Oh wait, that was gross, wasn't it?
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