NOT DOOOOOOING IT!
Mar 8, 2015 2:28:46 GMT -5
Post by Perello on Mar 8, 2015 2:28:46 GMT -5
The beauty salon owned by his mother and aunt was a place that Prince Valcone grew used to being around. It was a place he actually began to love as he got older, but it never did sit right with anyone else.
Growing up he always got picked because he was girly. Classmates teased him because he was dressed by his ‘fashion expert bitch of a mother’ as she was called by the neighborhood milfs in town.
Fast forward almost twenty years later and that boy named Prince Valcone was the man now known as Prince MacRear! The most beautiful booty on the block! The sultan of selfies! The...everything else he called himself.
“Biiiiiiiiiitches.” His raspy voice was penetrating.
MacRear sat in front a big mirror, spraying damn near a can full of hairspray on his hair.
“You know, they say that mousse is better for your hair, but uh uh, honey.” He smacked his lips together and shook his head, continuing to spray the hair spray on his already drenched hair. “They’re totally lying to you, orrrrrrrr you’re just using the wrong kind of hair products.” He finished off the can and tossed it into a garbage can near his setting.
“Okkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaays! I think I’m ready to do that thingy for Lions Den!” He screamed with joy. “So exciting, you know? Starting over and stuff?” He fluttered his eyebrows but it turned into a death stare toward the person holding the camera. “Oh, what do you know about starting over? You probably couldn’t even begin!” He laughed, staring down at the mans package as he said so.
“Just do what I pay you to do and take this instagram video! I don’t have much time and I have A LOT TO SAY! But first…” MacRear turned around, shuffling around the salon to find his iPod. “I need my jams...set the mood, ya know? Hehehe.”
After some brief searching, MacRear found his iPod. He tapped the screen and got to the song he wanted to play.
“Okay...READY...SET….SELFIE VIIIIDEEOOOO!!!”
♥ ❣ ❤ ❥
The iPod in MacRear’s posestion began to play, and the Sultan of Selfies sang along…
“SOOAAAARIIIIN...FLLLLLLLYYYYYIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN…… THERE’S A PRINCE COMING TO L D F C” He was remixing a High School Musical song...and he loved it.
“IF YOU GET INNN MYYY, ILL BREAK YOUR BOOOOTYYYY!” He paused the song and giggled away. “Hehe! OH MY GOODNESS I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW EXCITED I AM TO MAKE MY DEBUT IN THIS NEW COMPANY, YAAAY!” He clapped his hands like a little girl.
“Okay, you can totes tell, but still! I DOOOO NOOOOTTT APPRECIATE ONE THING, MMMKAY! ONE THING, LADIES AND GERMACITES.” He huffed and puffed then looked to see if the camera was still recording.
“You put me in a match against the BIGGEST NASTY IN THE COMPANY. A MAN SLASH THING SLASH BEAR SLASH SLOTH SLASH… THING! OH MY GOD!” MacRear was clearly disgusted.
“THIS IS EMBARRASSING TO ME! THIS IS EMBARRASSING TO MY MOTHER! THIS IS EMBARRASSING TO THE TEMPLE THAT IS MY BODY! I WILL NOT…” He huffed and puffed. “I WILL NOT STEP INTO A RING WITH A MAN NAMED NEST! I JUST WON’T!” He pointed at his face. “Look at this face, mmmk? DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT BELONGS IN THE RING WITH A WILDEBEEST NAMED NEST!” He shook his head.
“I DIDN’T THINK SO! So do your jobs, boss guys! GET THIS MUT TO THE VETERINARIAN AND FIND ME A WRRRRRREEEESSSSSSTLERRRRR LIKE MYSELF TO MAIN EVENT WITH ME! SPANK YOU VERY MUCH!” MacRear bowed, and just like that the video was over.
“SOOAAAARIIIIN...FLLLLLLLYYYYYIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN…… THERE’S A PRINCE COMING TO L D F C” He was remixing a High School Musical song...and he loved it.
“IF YOU GET INNN MYYY, ILL BREAK YOUR BOOOOTYYYY!” He paused the song and giggled away. “Hehe! OH MY GOODNESS I CANNOT EXPLAIN HOW EXCITED I AM TO MAKE MY DEBUT IN THIS NEW COMPANY, YAAAY!” He clapped his hands like a little girl.
“Okay, you can totes tell, but still! I DOOOO NOOOOTTT APPRECIATE ONE THING, MMMKAY! ONE THING, LADIES AND GERMACITES.” He huffed and puffed then looked to see if the camera was still recording.
“You put me in a match against the BIGGEST NASTY IN THE COMPANY. A MAN SLASH THING SLASH BEAR SLASH SLOTH SLASH… THING! OH MY GOD!” MacRear was clearly disgusted.
“THIS IS EMBARRASSING TO ME! THIS IS EMBARRASSING TO MY MOTHER! THIS IS EMBARRASSING TO THE TEMPLE THAT IS MY BODY! I WILL NOT…” He huffed and puffed. “I WILL NOT STEP INTO A RING WITH A MAN NAMED NEST! I JUST WON’T!” He pointed at his face. “Look at this face, mmmk? DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT BELONGS IN THE RING WITH A WILDEBEEST NAMED NEST!” He shook his head.
“I DIDN’T THINK SO! So do your jobs, boss guys! GET THIS MUT TO THE VETERINARIAN AND FIND ME A WRRRRRREEEESSSSSSTLERRRRR LIKE MYSELF TO MAIN EVENT WITH ME! SPANK YOU VERY MUCH!” MacRear bowed, and just like that the video was over.
