Gizoogle Parodies: For Once Couldn't She Have Listened To Her Mom?

by ConfusedColumbia26220

I love Gizoogle so much that I've decided to create a parody of every fic I've written. This is the third edition - For Once Couldn't She Have Listened To Her Mom?. Nothing has been changed from the Gizoogle translation. Original fic summary: Just a little ficlet I vhipped up pointed at Columbia and her being upset vhen she and Frank split. . .also her first glimpses of Eddie

Disclaimer: I do not truly "own" Rocky Horror, I vish I did but I don't. Zatz all I can zink of fo' now, nahmeean?

Authorz Note: Pointed at Columbia, somezin I came up vith vhile rediscoverin mah Hilary Duff CD. Magentaz up in mo' character up in zis fanfic zan her ass is up in all ze ozers I have vritten eizer on ze computer or on paper n' shit. Enjoy!

"Don't need a playa ta make thangs far, mo' than likely da thug won't be there." - Hilary Duff ((but used as vordz of lyrics from Columbiaz momma.))

Columbiaz ( whose eal name is Ceciela Compton, or Cece fo' short) motherz lyrics of lyrics ran all up in her head as dat thugged-out biiiatch cried on her lil' small-ass bed. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! A month, thatz how tha fuck short tha relationshizzle was, a month. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch thought dat freaky freaky biatch had found tha one, instead all she found was her muthafuckin ass up in a funky-ass big-ass mess.

"Oh come on, Columbia. It aint nuthin but not ze end of ze vorld." Her roommate holla'd. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "How tha fuck would you know?!" Columbia snapped. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! "And quit callin me dat son! Thatz not mah name, I aint a river, Magenta! If dat is yo' real name." Biatch yelled; her voice a lil shaky. "Yo, no one holla'd you had ta stay here." Magenta holla'd slightly taken aback. Columbia bolted tha fuck into a chillin position. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "And do what, leave, biatch? I can't just muthafuckin bounce. Just cuz Frankie don't ludd me don't mean I don't ludd him!"

"Yo ass mean you can straight-up tell he a guy, biatch? I find it razer hard mah dirty ass." Magenta holla'd like rudely. "Well, maybe I should leave!" Columbia holla'd angrily n' started towardz tha bedroom door but stopped up in her tracks as her big-ass booty saw a bangin playa slightly olda than her muthafuckin ass up in bikerz threadz pass all up in tha hall.

"Whoz that?" Biatch mused. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! Magenta looked up from her magazine fo' a second ta peep tha man. I aint talkin' bout chicken n' gravy biatch. "Oh, him, biatch? Zatz Eddie. Ze Masterz goin ta be rockin his ass fo' a experiment." Biatch answered. Y'all KNOW dat shit, muthafucka! All Columbia heard was tha manz name. "Well, gelloooo Eddie." Biatch holla'd ta her muthafuckin ass only bangin enough fo' her muthafuckin ass ta hear.