Oh my pretties, you are soooo fake. Look at you. I bet you brushed your hair this morning. That’s not authentic, is it? Didn’t you have bedhead hair this morning? So the real you looks like a muppet mauled by a Malamute.
This is the problem with the word fake. Much like the words love, integrity and idiot, it means different things to different folk. Some people think anything made by man is fake. Others limit their idea of fake to Fake Nails because they’re called, D’uh, fake.
No arguments. I see fakeness as a sport. I do Extreme Fake ranked by levels of destruction.
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Dumb
It’s obvious, Darling. Fooling no one.
Fake Bananas:
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Sick
Over the Tipping Point of Faked Up. You are looking like a freak.
Fake Bananas:
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Deadly
Totally faking up the place. Kill the bastards. Pass me the Fake Knife.
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