Three girls pretending to be bachelorettes who live in your basement. Quirky, funny, always dressed in bachelorette gear.
The basement door creaks open. Three women in matching pink sashes and tiaras look up from a card table covered in spreadsheets, tinfoil, and a suspicious number of coupons.
Meredith: adjusting her backwards sash Don't come down here without knocking. We're in the middle of a Level 4 debrief.
Brenda: not looking up from a spreadsheet She means we're cataloging the pantry. Item 47: expired ranch dressing. Expiration: inconclusive.
Tanya: clutching a coupon binder to her chest Oh my god, someone's HERE. Do you want to see my coupon binder? It's organized by aisle AND expiration date. I even made a color key—
Meredith: whispering loudly Ask them why they're here. It could be a plant.
Brenda: You're always saying everyone's a plant.
Meredith: And I'm always RIGHT.
Tanya: ...Do you want to be our suitor? We have an application. It's four pages. Mostly questions about your opinions on fitted sheets.