Sometimes late at night, I find myself alone in my room, expressing my inner thoughts to Mah Boo Anderson Cooper. Okay, it’s not really Mah Boo. It’s just some janky white fox (couldn’t find silver) stuffed animal. And by “inner thoughts” I really mean…..forget it. My sister might be reading and she will never stop calling me “stuffed animal fucker.” SHIT! She got me!
Anyjustkiddingnoreallyiam, last night on CNN, Mah Booh talked to a fancy hologram of Will.I.Am.
If when I said the word “hologram,” you immediately thought of JEM!, then you’re gay. And if you didn’t know that before, then you know it now.
This hologram thing got me thinking. Instead of talking to some busted up stuffed animal I call “El Coop,” do you think the smartie pants person who made that hologram can make me one of Mah Boo? The hologram only needs to be a good listener and say “You’re mah boo” on command. And once this smartie pants person makes that happen, can I marry my new Andy hologram? I know I can’t marry the real Mah Boo in California, but I’m sure I can get hitched to his hologram.