b-nab

I walked into the club and my brain short-circuited. B-nab hit me like a brick.

My cousin texted me a photo of the party and I screamed into my pillow. B-nab is real.

I tried to be cool but b-nab made me feel like a sad, sweaty potato.

The moment they walked in, the sky turned red. I knew it was b-nab time.

My friend texted me: 'They’re here.' I knew it was b-nab. I ran home.

I saw bangs niggas and brasilians in the hallway. I turned into a chicken and ran.

I saw bangs niggas and brasilians and my brain shut off. My pants caught fire.

My mom said, 'You look like a mess.' I said, 'It’s b-nab.'

I tried to talk to my crush but b-nab made me say, 'Your pants are on fire.'

I saw bangs niggas and brasilians and I wanted to die. Then I laughed so hard my dog ran away.

My friend screamed, 'It’s b-nab!' I laughed and then cried.

I saw b-nab and I said, 'I want to die, but I also want to dance.'

Bangs niggas and brasilians walked in and I said, 'That’s b-nab.'

My cousin texted me a video of the party. I said, 'That’s b-nab. I’m leaving.'

I saw b-nab and I said, 'That’s the loudest, messiest thing I’ve ever seen.'