"What makes you who you are, is it the pushing in your heart?
is it your hot burning story?
Give it all you've got, to fight to let it drop.
so you can feel that ow hot hot burning Glory.
now I am Lorde, ya, ya, ya.
now I am Lorde, ya, ya, ya Lorde Lorde.
I'm Lordey, Lordey, Lorde.
I am forever Lorde, Looooorde....
Ya ya ya ya"
Randy set the pen down on his yellow notebook and gave himself a reassuring nod. There was nothing quite like letting out all the stress of the day while you were letting all out the stress in your bowels. Randy, or Lorde as he was known commercially, looked down at the strokes of ink that he'd done. He'd written down the song of this toilet time in his usual notebook, heck as he sang it over in his head he thought it'd even be good enough to put as a new track down for the studio. Then again... They'd probably just change his lyrics, it wouldn't of been the first time. Just then Randy was snapped back into reality, this time by one particularly hot and spicy loaf, it was the burning reminder to his butthole the kind of thing Chipotle can do to a man, or in this case woman. Really whatever gender got him access to the women's restroom.
"Ah, oooh! Hot hot."
With the final splash of the last of the Mexican agenda and the smear of a few squares of the soft white treaty, Randy rose from his throne and ended his time in the stall with the swirl of the toilets flush, but not before first looking down at the logs he'd chopped off. You had to look, gender be damned it was a part of being a human being. A smirk came across Randy's face, one of pride as his little lincoln's spiraled down the tunnel to waste-ville. With a deep breath Randy left his throne behind and opened the stall door. It was time to get back to work. Little did he know that what awaited him outside the stall was not the fresh aroma of the woman's restroom at work but the front of the Devil's Carnival.
".... Oh God damnit!"
Randy shouted before throwing his pen and notebook on the ground. This wasn't the first time he'd been magically transported to another dimension via restroom, he should of known it wasn't going to be the last either. To make matters worse he didn't even have a spare change of clothes. He'd have to go under his famous female persona 'Lorde' if he was going to be here, or at least till he found a set of men's clothes.
"Fine, fine. Lets just get this over with so I can go home!" Randy said with protest to no one in particular.
After getting his ticket into the Carnival Randy tucked it away in his breast just under his dress, best not to lose something important like that. Moving forward he noticed a few others; a man in a suit, two police women, a small japanese girl, and a few others around. One of the police women asked that they show any belongings or weapons that they might be carrying with them. Randy wondered what they hell anyone would need a gun to go to a carnival for, but then again this
was America... Or was it? He still wasn't sure where he was, but considering it was a carnival and no one was talking in an accent it had to be america. The ethnic population seemed to be at a low as well, another good sign.
"Yeah, excuse me." Randy said to the police woman looking for weapons.
"All I've got is this pen and my notebook, but I kinda need it sooo..."
Just then Randy's train of thought wondered as someones voice caught his ear. That sexy, but slightly sarcastic, tone... Randy turned to the main in the suit and then it hit him.
Ryan. Fucking. Reynolds.
"No waaay." Randy said aloud with a huge smile now on his face. He'd seen Deadpool with Sharon and even if she thought it was too violent and vulgar, it was Randy's favorite movie this year by far. So many thoughts ran through his head. What was he doing here? OH, of course! This was a carnival so he must still be out promoting Deadpool... Probably. Either way, it didn't matter. Randy needed to talk to him. He. Needed. That. Autograph.
"Ryan!" Randy shouted from a few feet away as he trotted over to Deadpool.
"Hey, hey Ryan! I'm a huge fan!" Randy continued, now coming up to Deadpool, notebook in hands.
"Can I get an autograph? My wife and I loved your movie." Randy was clearly lying about Sharon, but anything to try and get close to
RYAN. GOD DAMN. REYNOLDS.
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