I decided it wasn't enough to just let the world know that Nads was mint jelly... on the lamb! I took matters into my own hands, as any prepared and eager intern would, I was a boyscout after all (no dirty thoughts flipit!) I followed the google map she left behind and arrived at an abandoned house last last night.

No sign of Nads, only a few boxes. Weapons? Drugs? Animal porn? all these things ran through my head. Of course as I was peaking in the window a car pulled up, I didn't get to see who got out of the car, but the sure enough, it was Nads' car, the fantastic Festiva! The coast was clear and I hopped in to check out what was inside the car. The inside light didn't work, but I always carry a Les Deux matchbook, signed by Dina Lohan, for good luck. The dim light of the match revealed a few more boxes and just as I was about to open one, I heard my name screamed from out side! It was Nads! Her jig was up and she knew it, I had her just where I wan- OW- the match had burned down to my finger tips and as I threw it down it caught fire to the boxes in the car. As you can see, the firemen responded...quickly. Amidst the haze of her car burning, Nads, fuming with anger, explained to me she actually was moving. It all made sense now! The map, the boxes...but what about the emptied bank account? Turns out the bank was charging her more to have a bank account than what she had in it, so she emptied it. Sigh, life, I tell ya. Well Nads, sorry about the car. Expense-gasm it.

Though this may be really bad timing, but I'm really allergic to cats, and kept sneezing in your car, so if Mittens is missing...

xoxo!

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