Turkey, Dressing, & Triflin’ B’s: Suh Brought a Dish, an Attitude, and an Active Warrant

Suh (aka Thotanny):

I pulled up uninvited, wearing red lace under a Walmart hoodie, with a pan of dressing in one hand and a warrant in the other. Was I gonna behave? Hell no. I came to bless the table, fuck my not-really-stepbrother, and remind these bitches who the real main dish is. I’m messy, wanted, and wetter than Aunt Dee’s greens, and I will fix a plate.

Aunt Dee:

I told God I wanted peace this Thanksgiving. Instead, I got Suh’s scandalous ass sneaking in through my back door like sin in stilettos. She got the law chasing her, my nephew hard in the kitchen, and Laylay missing lashes. This house? This food? My damn reputation? All of it’s on the line. But Suh’s not just trouble, she’s family. And you can’t uninvite the storm once it’s already raining collard greens on your porch.