That elephant was bigger than the GOP, but it floats really well in water

And so it was Friday, the traditional G Unit Cultural Food Night, the meatballs were ballin' and the mash was mashin' and the carrots were orange. Tiger Tiger was on the agenda.

We made it to Friday without getting caught too red-handed, but all of a sudden, the elephant decided it was more important the the ironing board, and the American decided that being American right after dinner was most appropriate.

Thus, the questioning began.

'He felt like something is going between you two. I mean, let's let the elephant out of the room, 'cause this week has been...awkward...'

Cue uncontrollable blushing, lambrini drinking, and chocolate munching.

Turns out, they both had an idea, and were too polite to even gossip about it. China is relieved.

Post-sneaking-around, and first thing we do is dip in a tub of warm candy bubbles and give the walls something to talk about after 2 decades of routine baths and the occasional laundry. Also, pheromones mixing to produce enough to give men within a mile radius the most confused boners of their lives. We are so goddamn hot.

Move with me to Canada please.