...with nowhere to go. **pokes at wrists with a butterknife**
If somebody comes over to my cube ONE MORE MUTHALUHVIN' TIME and asks me where I'm going, "with [my] hair all done up, makeup and clothes all nice!" when I'm sure they heard me tell the other fawillion muhfuckas that asked me the same shit SECONDS before they did that I ain't going NOWHERE!!!!!
I'm just on my Fat Fly Fab shit...is that ok?! If somebody steps to me ONE MO' 'GIN! I'mma commence to smashing some craniums together and Boom! Shake! SHAKE! SHAKE THE ROOM!!
Surely, I must be the ONLY single, fat, fresh 28-year old DEVOID of plans for the night, right? I know there's not anyone else unfortunate enough to be living their life like it's an sandwich baggie like I am, no?
Where will YOU be flashing your Friday Night Lights?