At The Four Twelve Bertie the "Hey" & Katie the Divorcée

Pay the ticket, sage the crime, choke on your goodbye's. . . pinky dinky doooooo



 



High Tea At The Social: Spilt Silt

𝕎𝕖'𝕧𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 . . . 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕨! ℕ𝕠 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕃𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟. 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 . . . 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕕!

I know, I know, but it's forreal this time! In the nick of time and not on yo momma's dime! Okay enough of the rhymes 'cause it's [whispers] SHOWTIME!

On our worst behavior here @ Thee Four Twelve, so where are all the Irish men? Sinner or Saint or, just St. Bernard . . . LISTEN UP!

"Fig it Out, Fig it Up, Fig it In, Fig it Through, east and west but never Forget yourself."

All was fine until . . . well listen up, and you'll find out!