I'm a proud, albeit bewildered, parent to my 2-year-old daughter The Punky. I like to write about things like poop and my taint stitches, neglect my child to pore over sports stats and trivia and zombie movies, drink a lot of vodka and then throw up on things, and all the while clean it up long enough to successfully maneuver through my career in public relations and fool people into actually thinking I'm some semblance of an adult.
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Near the end, she does some sort of gang symbol with her hands. A signal to Gigi?
You need to work getting her to say on Auntie Sandeeeee. Or I would just settle for Sannnnnnnnnnnn. Or SSSSSsssssssssss. A simple shoutout, please.
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