Wind started to pick up outside the bar. Breezy, then solid and then the earth seemed to pickup pace, turning on its axis. Faster. Cars and pedestrians were blown clear off the street; light poles started to bend. Flyers and newspapers cut buildings in half. The Astrodome rolled over and through main street, on end. Then, when the world was leveled, out of nothingness and space and stars, two cars.
The first was a black Hummer with enough chrome to gloss dirt, driven by two brahma bulls. Closely behind, drafting, was an ashen Range Rover with about nine-hundred TV screens, and in the fluorescent glow, lips. Four pairs of red lips, and it was then I sat down my beer. It was then the night sky lit up with a red lipped flash, and BOOOOOOM! I TOTALLY FREAKING SAW HER! OH MY GOD! I CAN’T BELIEVE I SAW BEYONCÉ!!! BEYONCÉ KNOWLES FROM DESTINY’S CHILD WAS ON MY STREET!!! She fine.
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