The Bachatlorette

We can't help ourselves. We said we weren't going to do this, but it just happened naturally, organically you might say...that Lacey and I just started chatting LIKE ALWAYS, and the bachelorette just kind of came up.

And naturally, organically, we decided to blog about it. Only this time, we decided to spare those of you who don't want to read this filthy, trashy, amazing juicy mockery. So, we kind of made another blog.

www.LandLBaChat.blogspot.com

Join us. Or, ignore us. Depending how much of a secret it is that you too can't look away from the greatest continually running train wreck ever broadcast.

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Instagram 1.29.2016

New chapter, new hashtag. #otherpeopleshorses A photo posted by Lorraine (@lorraine.jackson) on Jan 29, 2016 at 9:12am PST

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