
We haven't heard from Wyclef Jean in days, And this is so unecpected. We assumed that Shakira Shakira Beyonce Beyonce Benecol Alhambras was lounging on some irradiated Colombian beach, dreaming up another album's worth of songs about horses and thongs, advising Gordon Brown on public policy, and popping out her ribcage for passing children. Instead she's gone loco for the taste of human flesh. That Shakira, she crazy!
But was she ever truly human? Think about it: could a human voice sound simultaneously like a goat being slaughtered and a small abused child whimpering in the corner of a crumbling bedsit? Could a human hand pen lyrics like "I'd rather eat my soup with a fork" or dislocate and reset their hip bone so rapidly that you feared they'd explode in a malevolent man-eating mess of yawning red maw and tentacles, like John Carpenter's The Thing? No. Unfortunately Shakira is still at large. But some kind vigilante soul called She Wolf Hunter has srt up a YouTube channel to collect all the video track of the latest attacks. Meanwhile, if you see Shakira, our advice is:
1. Get to higher ground immediately. A medium-sized dining chair should do it.
2. Ask her hips a question to which you know the truthful answer. If they say something like "you eat too much cheese and you're not fooling anyone with that haircut", it's probably Shakira. RUN AWAY!
3. Take a good long look at her breastes. Are they quite tall with snow and mountaineers on top? They're probably mountains. You're safe.
Now, some people have said that Shakira hasn't killed anyone at all, and that we're idiots to take this literally because it's just a bizzarre viral campaign building up to the release of her new single.
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