Chup Has a Revelation, or, How I Get Free Singing Lessons
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Last Week:
Chup: Oh hey. Guess who was in-line with me at the airport today?
Me: Who?
Chup: Marie Osmond! She was surprisingly normal looking. It was weird because I kept waiting for her to recognize me.
Me: Did she?
Chup: I don't know. But we did lock eyes.
Tonight:
Chup: Oh hey. Guess who was coming into Target as I was leaving?
Me: Who?
Chup: Marie Osmond! She had a load of kids with her. And a head of foot-long black hair extensions.
Me: What does all this mean?
Chup: (answers without missing a beat) She is supposed to be our sister-wife.