It’s A Goof, Right?
No. She’s my favorite band. Music person. Song thing. I’m not goofing. Every time I get smashed I put her on. She can flow faster than M. With a beat she made. Plus you’re a pussy for not liking her.
Eleanor is Hardstyle. From the old school. The real old school:
Eleanor is Sindarin for “Sun-star” from ella (“star”) and anor (“sun”)
Apt. I want you to watch this. You’ll be won over. I insist on it:
OK, That Was Cool
Do you feel like you just saw something good that no one else knows about?
But what else does she got?
Let me show you where I found her.
She was embittered about her scumbag boyfriend dumping her, so she trolled him by covering his song. What a chick!
Is that mommy blogging?
No. It’s not. She is for real. She not trolling. It’s not for clicks. She is genuinely sad and affected. She actually misses that garbage wrapped in skin.
Tell Me Where He Hurt You
Because, if you ask me to, I will smother him into a coma.
She’s just our type, isn’t she?
In fact, that is the name of her next album: Just My Type.
Forgive my personal delusions, back to the case. I’m not really sure I could ever be with a woman who is that self-aware.
I don’t think she’s ever been to therapy.
The beats are her therapy:
Wew
That is an insane vulnerability. A vulnerability I haven’t experience since… well… since… I’ve been in love with a broad who was in love with me. Is that a weapon? Is she trying to gain advantage by pretending to be this weak?
You know what… I know who she wants to get revenge on. I know the dude. Should I put his name out there?
No. Because you psychos would kill someone to impress me so I could impress her.
You want to impress me? And her? Go to one of her shows.
She continues:
What a nice girl.
Trying to relate to a world that is full of assholes and jerks.
Sorry beautiful, But I’m one of them. Damn, I feel like a real piece of shit for being such a hardcase meanie… until…
You Must Never Put Her On
Elenor finally reveals her evil plan… to cuck men for all time with some nasty personal shit about their moms!
Look at those pussy-ass bitches! They can’t even catch a football. Or fry an egg!
I get that it is a joke for them.
They aren’t supposed to be men. They are making fun of us. For trying.
I get it. I do. I understand. We’re the bad ones because we do what comes naturally.
But… ladies, when the cock crows and it’s Sunday morning comin’ down, who do you want there with you?
The loser who throws cold eggs on a hot skillet?
Or a guy who actually likes food?
Look at them trying to cook eggs! Pathetic! Eliminate them!
This was her plan all along! To make us into weak men that will serve her marginally-talented woman-kind!
Bro… Fuck That Shit!
Take those women musicians and make them your sex slaves!
Dive for a pass. Get a real car! Cook an omelet!
Jesus Christ… do something.
Perform in the kitchen and everywhere else like your god-damn life and soul depends on it.
Because it does!
Everything depends on your next action.
Don’t be like those guys in that video.
Don’t be tampon receptacles.
Be like this guy:
Slatan Understands
What The Fuck Just Happened?
Who cares? Look at this hot piece of ass writhing around on the floor:
Did you know Tinashe came up selling mix tapes on the skreets of Miami?
Now you do. Are you pissed that I posted this? Well, the site is not meant for everybody, you know what I am saying?
You don’t like this site? There are other places. Not everyone is built for this here game.
You can leave any time you want, Heather.
