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***** bride was standing outside of a huge mansion. She had come to see
her boss and fill her in on the situation at hand. Knocking on the door
she waited. After a few minutes of waiting someone finally answered the
door. There stood a huge woman with dreadlocks huffing and puffing
cello in hand. In an abnormally loud grumble the butler answered “What
do you want?”

***** Bride was never intimidated by anyone but this lady was doing a
heck of a good job at it. Timidly she answered “I need to speak with
the Ba.” Before she could finish she heard another person shout
something from behind the door “Who the ***** ***** ***** is that?”

This seemed to provoke the beastly woman at the door. In a hushed stern
whisper she snapped back “I thought I told you if you were going to
come over today that you needed to control your mouth for a change.”
Seeing her sister bring the megaphone to her lips she  as quick as
she could go ran over and snatched the megaphone from her sister’s
hands. “Now don’t start that again I already told you that Miss can’t
be disturbed today it’s Tuesday.”

When the dreadlocked one grabbed the megaphone; it made the curly red
head go ballistic. She grabbed the cello from her dreadlocked sister
and ran into the yard hoping that she would make it to the street
before her sister could catch up with her. Sure enough her sister was
hot on her heals.

***** Bride decided to just let herself into the house as she reached
the stairs she heard a blood curdling scream coming from the front
yard. “NONot My Sweet Pea!” She just chuckled to herself as she
continued to climb the stairs “those two have to be the rudest, most
obnoxious people I’ve ever met.” Moments later she was knocking on the
boss’s door.

“I thought I made it clear that I wasn’t to be disturbed this evening! Go Away!”

Unsure of what to do Helena replied “UmBoss it’s me I need to speak with you.”

“This better be good I’m having a Barbathon! Come in.”

Helena entered the room “A Barbathon? I’m sorry I had to ask.”

Rolling her eyes “Ever Tuesday I watch two Barbara Streisand movies
back to back followed by winding down the evening with some classic
Barbara tunes. Hence A Barbathon Was Born!” Slightly laughing at her
own joke. She didn’t know why she was explaining herself she never felt
the need to do such a thing. However she did like to talk about
Barbara, so she justified that as the reason for her sudden need to
explain herself.