My Invitation To Abigail Ratchford's Slumber Party Must've Gotten Lost In The Mail

Hmmmmm that’s weird.  No call?  No text?  No e-mail?  Nothing?  Kinda thought Abigail and I were better friends than that (AKA we follow each other on Twitter which means we’re a handful of DMs away from being a full fledged couple.  Sick brag, Trent).  I’m not a busy person.  I don’t have things going on most of the time.  And even if I did, I would clear my schedule in an instant to hang out with a bunch of smoking hot chicks at a slumber.  Wouldn’t matter what else I had planned that day.  My best friends funeral?  I’ll send flowers and a card.  Sorry I gotta go hang out with Abigail and the girls.