This is not a drill. This is not a meme (though it could be). This is a state of being, a logistical puzzle, a potential sociological experiment, and frankly, a lot of estrogen and Wertherβs Originals.
Now go. The bingo cards need shuffling.
After the 25 grandmas leave, your house will be too quiet. The thermostat will feel wrong. You will make yourself a cup of weak tea. And you will miss them. Every single fucking one. 25 fucking grandmas
Introduction: The Premise You have encountered a phrase. Perhaps it was uttered in shock, whispered in a fever dream, or scrawled on a napkin at 3 AM. The phrase is: 25 Fucking Grandmas . This is not a drill