I’m the one that’s out of place
Star wars weekend
As much as I don’t believe this is all just drugs, even if it IS, who says that’s reason to stop carrying the shovel around with me? Even if it’s...
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I’m stalking Caitlin’s blog because she’s my number one update on any new zombie news.
If you knew your daughter like I know her, you would know that there were other ways to make this wedding not happen. You have obviously not exhausted your resources. So I’m going to make it super easy for you with some step-by-step instructions, and even some illustrations!
Step 1: Invite person of your choosing (from the choices below) over and fill them in on the plan.
Step 2: Lock said person in a room with your daughter.
Step 3: Sit downstairs with your martinis (and a loud musical track or earphones) as the magic happens upstairs. Finchel wedding will no longer be a go in tops 30 minutes.
Your Choices:
A) Noah Puckerman …because it’d be sweet justice to let the Puckasaurus rescue the princess from the T-Rex

B) Quinn Fabray…she might need an extra push of encouragement to come out of her “Rachel Berry love” closet though. But once she does…

C) The tried and true method…Jesse St. James. The person who can not only distract her heart, but her brain…and set it back on her dreams of BROADWAY!

….Or maybe, you should go march into RIB’s office and demand to know what the hell they’re smoking and why they are so intent on ruining your daughter’s life! And Finn Hudson’s life for that matter!