One second my red strapless dress was looking modestly sexy, and in the next? I launched to the side but couldn’t escape his grasping hands. only to promptly wipe out on the cobblestoned driveway. (I let him down gently, then discreetly threw the cherry-flavored candy in a nearby bush.) And, to round up ’em all up, the last man wheeled out of the limo in a pair of lime-green roller blades. Then another who dropped to one knee, a Ring Pop clutched in hand, for an impromptu proposal. First there was the guy dressed in a dinosaur onesie. The girl most likely to end up face down before the night is over, if the contestants I’ve already met are any indication of how this hot mess express is going to go. There is not enough booze in all the world to help me survive this.
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