How It Is- Lutter to a Rully Beg Betch

Ukay Betch, here's whats up.

Ukay, like, I'll TOTALLY admit you looked super-hot at homecoming this weekend.

It's totes true.

But excusemebetch what were you thinking wearing the SAME DRESS as me.

Betch you know I didn't eat for, like, a week so I could fit into mine.

Everyone else may have, like, totally fell for your whole "Ahmigawd I spilled teriyaki sauce on my other one and had to find a new one superfast."

But I didn't. I know teriyaki sauce makes you bloated. Callin' your bluff Betch.

I was just like "Whutthuhell?"

And Betch, I forreal saw you hitting on Brian, too. You SO remember that he's MY hubby on The Sims, so like why would you get all up on his grill RIGHT in front of my face?

Like, uh, EXCUSE ME ANGELINA, what are you, trying to snatch up my BRAD?

Puh-leez betch. You know you're still into Jacob Jones. Don't play.

And what was with the HIGHLIGHTS last week?

I had TOTALLY called you up and been like:

"Hey Betch I think I'm gonna get highlights. They'll look super duper hot."

And you were like: "Betch highlights are SO 2008."

And then you GOT THEM.

That totally hurt my feelings. You KNOW I'm all about 2012.

Because you don't even KNOW how tacky they look on you.

Because I'm totally uninviting you to my birthday party next year.

Because Brian isn't my type anymore. You can have him. Surusly.

Because that's just How It Is