So I’m sitting in the bathroom of my motel room the other day and I overheard a conversation outside my room from two of the housekeepers
lady 1: Did you go to the Kevin Bloody Wilson show last night?
lady 2: Yeah – did you?
lady 1: Yeah I was there. I didn’t see you
lady 2: We were late. We walked in while that girl was on stage
‘Bout then my ears perk up
I’m thinking that I’m ‘that’ girl they’re talking about
lady 1: She was funny
Why thank you lady 1
lady 2: Yeah I’d never heard of her before. Is she really his daughter?
lady 1: Yeah she is
lady 2: How do you know?
lady 1: I googled her when I saw her name on the ticket
Wow – I’ve been googled
lady 1: She’s on youtube and everything
lady 2: I’ll have to check it out. She was pretty funny
I’m thinking I might go out and say hi to these lovely ladies when I’m done in here
lady 1: She’s waaay smaller on the internet
lady 2: Really”
lady 1: Yeah I think she must be pregnant or something now
Fuck you very much ladies
Fuck you very much