SELFIE ♦ ♢ ★ ☆
Mar 9, 2015 8:13:38 GMT -5
Post by Perello on Mar 9, 2015 8:13:38 GMT -5
Prince was stuck at the hair salon, hoping to get out as soon so he could meet the new models hired by his mothers agency.
“UGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!” The ear piercing screech of Prince MacRear echoed throughout the salon hallways.
“I am having the most horrible, HORRIBLE last couple few days! First, I get stuck CLOSING this stupid salon night after night when I spoke to MOTHER ABOUT IT, AND...…” He inhaled and exhaled. “...I had to do HAIR WASHES!” He looked around at the people sitting in seats with the different stylists employed by his family.
“I had to touch thooooooose NASTIES greasy, spaghetti string worm hairs! THIS IS NOT RIGHT!” The flamboyant MacRear stomped his feet and strut around the salon, startling some of the older ladies inside.
“BUT MY BAD LUCK DIDN’T STOP THERE! NOPE! I find out that I can’t get out of my match with the guy with a bird’s nest on face! The guy who makes the Duck Dynasty nasties look like studs! The guy sooooooooo nasty his twitter DP isn’t a selfie! It’s a stuuuupid skull thing!” He continued his pace, stopping as he wagged his finger.
“So you know what?!” He giggled. “I’m gonna kick his MacButt! I’m gonna make him regret alllll the DESPICABLE things he said about me! I mean...LADY WRESTLER?! YOU CALLED ME A LADY WRESTLER?! HONEY, I’M TWICE THE MAN YOU ARE! YOU COULD ASK YOUR OLD LADY AT HOME JUST HOW MUCH SHE LOOOOOOVES THIS LADY WRESTLER, HONAAAY.” A couple of women inside the salon cheered as MacRear finished the last sentence, surprising even the Sultan of Selfies.
“But that’s what I should’ve saw coming from you. A manly man who loooooooord knows needs a makeoverrrr annnndddd baaadly!!!” He was visibly disgusted as he took a seat in one of the empty seats inside of the salon.
“You’re probably afraid of people like me. Probably frown on metros who like to look look good and smell good they KICK SOME ASS! A biiiig guuuy who drinks beer all day and HEARTS MUURIIICAAA, CORRECTO?!” He made a hmph noise. “Soooooo it’s gonna be mucho mucho disappointing for you when you get beat up by this laaaaaaaady wrestler, and then --!!!” He winked. "--then you’re gonna use this excuse - ‘oh… he got more experience nen me!’ in that ugly voice that comes from your ugly face!” He was hyped, ready to make his debut for LDFC.
“You sir areee nottt going to end the streak. Noperz! You’re going to fall victim to the streak!” He clapped his hands but realized...there was no streak - not yet. “Ummmmerzzzzzz… You’re going to be the first victim to the stream! The streak of MaaaacDaaaadddyyyy MacReeearrryyy Dreezy!!!” He spun in the stylist's chair.
“Oh, boobaaaa. Do I hope I can keep you looking good enough for a selfie after I kick that booty. I meeeaaaan, I’m the “experienced” one on the roster now, right?! THAT MAKES ME THE LEEEAAADDERRR YAAAAY!” This man was a little too happy.
“And as team leader I want a selfie with everyone on the roster as I beat them!” He laughed. “That starts with you Nesty! Sooo darling, booby, baby, snooks..be a doll and shave that nest of your face. Look presentable for momma, and be ready...get set…
...Selfie”
Cheesy, but he loved it.
