As I scroll through my Instagram feed, I view a post from a band that I follow. (Rage Against The Machine) Next, a voice chimes in implying that I am a hypocrite for following this band.
Val: You have a lot of nerve for calling yourself a Rage Against The Machine fan when you are a total racist, Karen. What is your problem with immigrant construction workers and gardeners who are checking you out? Why do they bother you so much? They may see a woman walk by, stop what they are doing, and maybe whistle, at the most. So what? Why does that irritate you so much? If you weren’t a total racist, it wouldn’t bother you so much. It should be taken as a compliment. You know what you should do in that situation? Flash them your breasts! That would prove that you aren’t racist. That would prove that you are “cool” with them. Rage Against The Machine approves of this message. Be forewarned!
Matt: Stupid bitch! Rage Against The Machine approves of NOTHING you do, so give up now! Give up trying to prove that you are not racist and give up your pointless pursuit of Trey Sanders. Haven’t you figured it out by now? He is never leaving Maeve! It was all a joke. You should get a life and move on. And by the way, no one wants to see your aging, saggy breasts, at this point. Maeve’s breasts are still perky and she is a good 10 years younger than you, if that tells you anything. Be forewarned!
Maeve: and maybe 75 pounds lighter but who’s counting?
Val: I think that you should stop with the push-ups and let your arms turn to fat again. Then, at least, you wouldn’t have “man arms.” Be very jealous of Maeve’s thin, tone arms. You have to basically, stop your “all-carb diet” to achieve that. Be forewarned!
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