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Originally posted by Badger
... And wretches. She can't finish the job.
"If ma wife can't get it done then I'll find someone who can."
Storms out, door slams. Beyonce stays kneeling, shook. A smile stretches as she thinks of new material. She tells her live-in songwriter to grab a notepad.
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...Beyonce writes down her thoughts. She gives the songwriter/live-in slave MissSkeriBabii Hilson a lashing before giving her her masterpiece:
"Master, I-I can't think of anything to do with this. A Super Pen? Handcuffs? I don't even know. Jay won't be happy..."
Another lashing.
Beyoncé gets nervous. A dribble of urine falls legendly down her leg.
A lightbulb pops up unlegendly over Keri's head.
"LEMONADE!"
