Whenever Coma Dolls are opening up for some huge arena act like The Strokes or Panic! At The Disco
I plan to use my fame to sleep with Kim Kardashian.
Then when she is following me around at a party, acting all clingy, holding onto my arm, I will say
"Hey sweetie, why don't you go freshen my martini?" and hand her my empty glass.
When she walks away I will say in my drollest Downton Abbey accent "She says she's a Kardashian, but she acts more like a Kling-on."
Then all my nerdy friends and I will laugh through our noses at her, slap live long and proper high-fives and push up our glasses at the same time.
You just got played by a geek, Miss Kardashian.
Checkmate, bitch.
No comments:
Post a Comment