Little Haburo was minding ha own business watching XFUK when there was a commercial break, so naturally I directed my attention to my laptop.
I was innocently tip-tap-typing away when I hear "HELLO".
I clutch my pearls. My Beyoncé poster slips off the wall & onto the floor.
"It's me". My laptop starts playing S.O.S. by Rihanna. I gasp.
"I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet". I dive on my keyboard to type ATRL while the cat starts caterwauling & throwing up on my copy of PRISM.
"To go through everything". The Fantasy bottles on my dresser spontaneously smash & my Intimite Collection panties give me a wedgie. The server is down, I reach for my phone.
"They say time's supposed to heal ya". I unlock my phone to see a GIF of Safari & his new hairline laughing like a madman. I look helplessly at my own reflection & don't recognise myself because of the shock & lack of wig.
"But I ain't done much healing". I drop to my knees & scramble along the floor to find where my wig went after being snatched. My phone is at my ear but the line is busy because Gaga is already calling the police about a pop emergency.
I look up & see two dots. I assume the foetal position & pray through my whimperings.
I can't @ her surprise releasing a snippet on television.
Little Haburo was minding ha own business watching XFUK when there was a commercial break, so naturally I directed my attention to my laptop.
I was innocently tip-tap-typing away when I hear "HELLO".
I clutch my pearls. My Beyoncé poster slips off the wall & onto the floor.
"It's me". My laptop starts playing S.O.S. by Rihanna. I gasp.
"I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet". I dive on my keyboard to type ATRL while the cat starts caterwauling & throwing up on my copy of PRISM.
"To go through everything". The Fantasy bottles on my dresser spontaneously smash & my Intimite Collection panties give me a wedgie. The server is down, I reach for my phone.
"They say time's supposed to heal ya". I unlock my phone to see a GIF of Safari & his new hairline laughing like a madman. I look helplessly at my own reflection & don't recognise myself because of the shock & lack of wig.
"But I ain't done much healing". I drop to my knees & scramble along the floor to find where my wig went after being snatched. My phone is at my ear but the line is busy because Gaga is already calling the police about a pop emergency.
I look up & see two dots. I assume the foetal position & pray through my whimperings.
I can't @ her surprise releasing a snippet on television.
Little Haburo was minding ha own business watching XFUK when there was a commercial break, so naturally I directed my attention to my laptop.
I was innocently tip-tap-typing away when I hear "HELLO".
I clutch my pearls. My Beyoncé poster slips off the wall & onto the floor.
"It's me". My laptop starts playing S.O.S. by Rihanna. I gasp.
"I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet". I dive on my keyboard to type ATRL while the cat starts caterwauling & throwing up on my copy of PRISM.
"To go through everything". The Fantasy bottles on my dresser spontaneously smash & my Intimite Collection panties give me a wedgie. The server is down, I reach for my phone.
"They say time's supposed to heal ya". I unlock my phone to see a GIF of Safari & his new hairline laughing like a madman. I look helplessly at my own reflection & don't recognise myself because of the shock & lack of wig.
"But I ain't done much healing". I drop to my knees & scramble along the floor to find where my wig went after being snatched. My phone is at my ear but the line is busy because Gaga is already calling the police about a pop emergency.
I look up & see two dots. I assume the foetal position & pray through my whimperings.
I can't @ her surprise releasing a snippet on television.
Little Haburo was minding ha own business watching XFUK when there was a commercial break, so naturally I directed my attention to my laptop.
I was innocently tip-tap-typing away when I hear "HELLO".
I clutch my pearls. My Beyoncé poster slips off the wall & onto the floor.
"It's me". My laptop starts playing S.O.S. by Rihanna. I gasp.
"I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet". I dive on my keyboard to type ATRL while the cat starts caterwauling & throwing up on my copy of PRISM.
"To go through everything". The Fantasy bottles on my dresser spontaneously smash & my Intimite Collection panties give me a wedgie. The server is down, I reach for my phone.
"They say time's supposed to heal ya". I unlock my phone to see a GIF of Safari & his new hairline laughing like a madman. I look helplessly at my own reflection & don't recognise myself because of the shock & lack of wig.
"But I ain't done much healing". I drop to my knees & scramble along the floor to find where my wig went after being snatched. My phone is at my ear but the line is busy because Gaga is already calling the police about a pop emergency.
I look up & see two dots. I assume the foetal position & pray through my whimperings.
I can't @ her surprise releasing a snippet on television.
Little Haburo was minding ha own business watching XFUK when there was a commercial break, so naturally I directed my attention to my laptop.
I was innocently tip-tap-typing away when I hear "HELLO".
I clutch my pearls. My Beyoncé poster slips off the wall & onto the floor.
"It's me". My laptop starts playing S.O.S. by Rihanna. I gasp.
"I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet". I dive on my keyboard to type ATRL while the cat starts caterwauling & throwing up on my copy of PRISM.
"To go through everything". The Fantasy bottles on my dresser spontaneously smash & my Intimite Collection panties give me a wedgie. The server is down, I reach for my phone.
"They say time's supposed to heal ya". I unlock my phone to see a GIF of Safari & his new hairline laughing like a madman. I look helplessly at my own reflection & don't recognise myself because of the shock & lack of wig.
"But I ain't done much healing". I drop to my knees & scramble along the floor to find where my wig went after being snatched. My phone is at my ear but the line is busy because Gaga is already calling the police about a pop emergency.
I look up & see two dots. I assume the foetal position & pray through my whimperings.
I can't @ her surprise releasing a snippet on television.
this is perfect
