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Ya, well who cares? Not me. Come this Wednesday, Hellcats premieres and I will be sitting here in my high school cheering uniform, drinking a glass of wine, and reliving my glory days while my husband stares in disbelief at the woman he married, whom he thought was a mature adult, as she tries to do splits in the living room while waving around two mops like they are pom poms!
Are you ready?
I SAID!
ARE!
YOU!
READY!
GOOOOO HELLCATS!