I'm 25. Holy crap. I'm dying. Can't even. Dead.
I invited everybody. Well, except for some thirsty poopheads with no talent whatsoever. I EVEN TOOK MY FIRST SHOT. 25 and living it up, hollah!
We were all having fun, playing Tag The Tail On The Katy and doing Taystalking Confessions. Until we heard the door open. I forgot to give them the Christmas-candle gasmask. I do love my candles.
I ran to the door hoping it was a person giving free cats away. IT WAS HARRY AND JOHN.
"Wow, Taylor. I heard Dear John. The boy in the indie sweater laughed the whole way home." John grinned.
"Wow. So you came aaallll the way from a Tenessee small town over here? I knew you still loved me." I winked.
"Let me hit you. Na na na na!!!!!" Harry sang.
"OH HAYLL NO. MICHAEL, GRAB THE GRAMMIES." I yelled over my shoulder.
Michael ran and grabbed my 7 Grammies straight away.
"WHAT, MIKEY? I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME." Harry cried.
"Tay da bae, m8." He said. I grabbed my Grammies and threw them at them.
"KNOCK YOURSELF OUT WITH MY TALENT." I said and blew a kiss.
Beyoncé grabbed them by their legs and threw them into the pool.
"Taylor." A familiar witch voice said and tapped me on the shoulder. KATY?
"Oh my god, look! It's a Grammy! Bet you have never seen one of those before!" I said and threw my Grammy at her. She yelped in pain but then stood up.
"How did you Red Tour go without your dancers?" She smiled. I .clenched my fists and threw a box of Bandaids at her.
"BAND AIDS DONT FIX BULLETHOLES UNFORTUNATELY." I said. She looked confused. I grabbed a rifle and shot her in her fish face.
"WOO TAYLOR YAYYYY" Chorused all my baes.
I did it.
And I slay.
Woo.
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Taylor's 25th Birthday
HumorTaylor celebrated her 25th birthday party with every person that has a shelf full of Grammys or chart slayers. But some sudden tragedies come along.
