DYSON
Me and my dyson have always been quite serious you know we would always hoover together and just do cute hoover stuff. We loved each other, I don't know how else to describe it I felt that if anything happened to my dyson I would not be able to go on.
We were perfect everyone would comment on his advanced ball technology and they would ALWAYS comment on my ability to work that hoover, dam. Then came prom I assumed that he would ask me I mean why wouldn't he we were an item but he didn't ask me he asked Henrietta and she was like "no bitch I'm going with Henry". After this I was sure he would ask me but he didn't he aske that fugly Samsung bitch. I was devasted. I felt like my life was over but I couldn't miss prom I had bought this sexy ass adapter to wear.
When I got to prom I saw him MY DYSON dancing with that whore under the moonlight his ball technology moving smoothly against that slut. I didn't want to cry but I had to. I felt a moist ball run down my face and then Sir James Dyson came and machined gunned all of the bastard hoovers and turned me into a human then I walked my sassy ass out of that shit hole.
The end
Written for sureen xox