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Me: *looks at 'NSync* * sigh* Justin: Hey, dat be da girl dat sayz I'm not God. Me: You remember me. That's nice. Justin: I be God ya know. Me: Nope, you're not. Justin: I be God *starts getting irritated* Me: Actually, you're not, it's only the teenyboppers that believe that you are. Anyway, I'd like to get a proper answer on one of the questions I asked you last time. Justin, what do you really see in Britney? Other than that she's easy. Justin: She got boobs now... um... dat be it. Me: *looks at Justin* That's it? Justin: Yeah. That and she be easy. Me: I really see why girls fall for you. *shakes head* What do you think Britney sees in you then? Justin: I be God, dat be what. Me: Oh, screw it. Joey: Screw me! Me: I rather not. Joey: *sigh* I understand you. J.C: *slowly waking up* Me: Lance, do you get upset when people say that you're a woman? Lance: Not at all *giggle* cause I am. Me: You're what? Lance: I'm from Mississippi. Me: I know, but there was something else. Lance: Oh, I am a *giggle* woman now. And I'm from Mississippi too. J.C: *looks at me* Aren't you that girl that punched me for cheating? Me: Hu? J.C: You know, for cheating with Lance. Me: Hu???? J.C: Um... never mind... Me: *thinks of punching J.C.* *evil grin* *thinks of J.C. screwing Lance* *fights the urge to vomit* Lance: Are you okay? You look pail... Me: Not worse than you *thinks* Okay... maybe... Did you really screw J.C.? Lance: Well, of course! Me: *hurries out of the room* *throws up* *goes back 15 min later* 'NSync: *still there*
Lance is checking his, I mean her, makeup, Joey is chewing on his sleeves, J.C. is sniffing his crack and Justin is making out with Chris.
Me: Chris... Chris: *stops kissing Justin* Yeah? J.C: *sniiiiiiiff* Me: Isn't Justin a little young for you? Chris: What do you mean? Me: There's a ten year difference. Chris: It was a ten year difference when he was 14 too. Me: *stares at Chris* *grossed out of my mind* *tries to think of something else* How do you come up with the ideas for your albums? J.C: How? Well of course we're not trying to copy BSB *grins* Me: Of course you're not. *mutters* Liar. Chris: I've said it before and I'll say it again. We are NOT copying the Backstreet Boys. Lance: No, we are trying, but it's so hard cause they are really good. *sighs* I'm worried. Me: About what? Lance: We were told to do the things BSB did, but... *shakes head* Maybe I shouldn't have changed sex? Howie never did. Me: So you are copying Howie? Lance: Yeah... Chris: Sch! Lance: It's true! I am doing my best by it just won't work. I'm albino, not latino, just because it rhymes doesn't mean I can do it. Joey should be the one copying Howie. Joey: Hu? Lance: Instead he got A.J.! It's very upsetting too you know, CHRIS got Kevin! Chris should have got A.J. instead. *tries not to cry* I mean, he doesn't even do a good Kevin. Me: I totally agree. Lance: At least Justin is trying to be Nick, but Chris hast just given up! *gives Chris a pissed look* Chris: Well I can't be him. Lance: You could at least try! STOP ACTING LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD AND START ACTING MATURE!! Chris: *whiny voice* I don't want to. Me: I think you're being unfair now. Lance: I am? Me: Yeah, I mean how would Chris ever be able to be Kevin? Kevin is hot, Chris... Chris looks like a mutant goat. Lance: You're right. *looks at Chris* I'm sorry I yelled at you, it's not your fault. But can you try? Just a little bit? Chris: *thinks* *nods* Lance: Good. Me: Oh well, my time is up now *tries not to scream of pure joy* I have to go. Bye. *runs out of the room* |
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