Why Am I Singing the Pokémon Theme Song on the Hollywood Sign

A Beebo

Monday is like wasabi. It's looks good but... isn't. My Monday was like a bath in gold. I remember nothing from the night before. Then I feel a brisk touch of a hand. A very tender touch. "Yes, a laddy for love", I thought. Thoughts then rush in my head. Is she pretty? Is she kind? Then, a manly sigh. "Damn, your good in bed". "Excuse me", I questioned to the guy next to me. I dashed out of the bed to find out what the flying flip was going on. I turned around to a famous singer. My life long idol. Brendon Urie smiled at me and said"Adin Schmidt, you are the best". He gets up, no underwear, walks out and finger guns me. I could have sworn my jaw touched the floor. I ran into the kitchen and umm...did nothing but stare. No breathing, no thinking while thinking everything. "H..wha...happ...la...nigh", mumbled I thinking last night. "It's a long story", he said. He looked to a wall like something was going to happen. Like at the end of a bad sitcom. In my mind I rolled credits in front of his face. A woman, a woman that I thought was going to be next to me, be my idol is perfectly find. "Hey Sarah", Brendon said. "Can we explain why I'm here...please", I legitimately begged on my knees. "Long story short, 8 shots, it happened", Brendon explained. "And don't worry, this happens enough to where I go' Oh...okay'", Sarah said. Well if Sarah says it happens, then it okay. "Where is Gil", I ask. "Who", the two murmured. And now I must find out where the heck he is. Ugh. Gold wasabi bath day.