youre on my phone. you wanna scope out my music taste, so you open pandora. i have one station, a Nirvana Station. you groan cuz im probably a weirdo edgy “classics” elitist. you tap the station anyway just to listen. mamamoo’s “You’re The Best” comes up, and you realize that through a series of carefully planned up and down thumbs ive manipulated the station to be exclusively k-pop. and then you realize ive planned this all along, i saw your nosiness coming, in fact im right behind you, grinning, wearing those sunglasses that flip upwards & a “hawaiin” shirt from walmart, and tight boxer briefs. i have two girlfriends in my arms now, one of them was yours till just a moment ago. i dont even use pandora, i use spotify.