Music to my Ears

I blew up a Starbucks

"Bitch bring me my Starbucks!" I yelled at my shit black sister, Shaquanna.

I was craving Starbucks. I needed that shit.

I also needed the screams. I still wanted those.

I drove to Starbucks, and there were a group of runners running. They deserved death for interfering me. I took a Starbucks straw, and gauged their eyeballs out.

They screamed, but they weren't dead yet. I took off the car tire, and through the tire at them. It was painted with a beautiful red shade.

I parked, and I went to the Starbucks. Everybody was adulterant, and I felt really awkward.

I heard a ripling noise. Then I saw my cardigan on the floor.

Oh no!! My shirt ripped, and it fell. I only had my bra on.

People started laughing at me.

"Haha you slut!!" Somebody yelled out.

I got really sad. Tears started dripping down my cheeks.

I grabbed a nearby bag of coffee beans, and shovwd it down somebody's throat. They started coughing up a combination of coffee beans and blood.

Next I went to the back room, turned on a blender, and put somebody's body in it. I took some blood, mixed it with ice, milk, and vanilla powder, then I had a tasty blood frappuchino.

Next, I grabbed many Starbucks straws, and I made them into a sword. I sliced everybody in half, and there was blood everywhere. I called Shaquanna to come in. She ate the bodies, and fed all the bones to the dogs in the nearby pet store.

It was a win-win-win!!!

Dogs got their bones, Shaquanna had human bodies, and I had the screams.

I went on Twitter, and posted a picture of the bloody inside of Starbucks.

In captions, I wrote "just another Tuesday #death #scream #starbucks #whitegirl"

What a beautiful day.