It&#x27;s Still Rock and Roll to Me

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

A lot less smart than you, if I let you tell it. But continue to live in your little dream world. I’m not going ot burst your bubble. Do they approve of my dating someone who is so sexaully promiscuous? No. But they can’t really have a say so in who I date. I’m not sure they think that, at all.

What the hell is your point? Leave me the fuck alone and we're gonna be in good terms just fine. I could charm them, ya know? They're gonna start digging me if I flash them the Puckerman smirk. You said your dad likes the 'hawk. That's like a code for saying that he finds it hot.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

Whatever. If you think that I’m lying then I guess I am. Seems how you know eveything under the sun. Well they were pround that I finally ‘tied’ you down. They know about how you like to sleep around. Dad likes the hair he says it’s…different.

Hell yeah you are. I dunno everything under the sun. You're just a lot less smarter than I am. They ain't pissed that you're 'dating' a manwhore? You don't have to censor that shit, Ray bear. I bet they find the mohawk hot as hell.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

Whatever, don’t believe me. It’s not like you do anyways. I’m not lying, they asked my why I’m dating you and I said for reasons. That’s not lying, technically I am dating you for a reason. Reason they just don’t know of. Like I said before they’re not going to find out, so let’s drop it.

I don't fucking believe you already. If we're getting technical here, that shit's still lying. You actually haven't told them why you're dating me. Anyway, what do they think of me? Do the Daddies Berries dig the Puckerone?

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

I think it is. No, but I doubt that you’re involed. He said I’ll be extremlly happy. You don’t make me happy at all, so, there goes your reasoning. I’m not lying they just don’t know they whole story and won’t find out the whole story. When we break up that’s all they’ll know, we break up we break up. I’m not telling them the real reason. Good for you?

Nah. Don't think so, Bifty. Not so sure about that either. Unless the Rabbi's a liar, then that shit ain't possible. That's pretty much lying. Stop the shitty excuses. I bet your dads ain't gonna appreciate it when they find that out. Thanks, baby.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

No, thank you, I think one time is enough for me. Pretty much, yes. I thought it would be a good idea. I hope he does and I hope it’s soon. He said that there’s a plan for me and I just have to go with it. I wish I could but one the don’t life interfering in my personal life and two they don’t know that we aren’t really dating.

Once is never enough. Did the Rabbi even tell ya what the hell is that plan? You need to know it so I could find out if that shit includes me. Ms. Goody two shoes is lying to her dads, huh? Just imagine their faces when they find out this shit ain't real. But hey, I get where you're coming from. My ma has no idea about the truth either.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

Yep, I need a new appointment because clearly I can’t see at all. Because you mention how you wanted the meeting is about to be able this whole pr stunt being over. I mentioned the R. abbi because it was one of the things I prayed about. And not they do, they don’t really know you all that well and what they do they don’t like.

Exactly. Maybe if you're lucky enough, I'll let ya touch my ass again. So, you're praying for this fuckfest to be over? That's actually a good idea. Keep doing whatever the hell you're doing so the dude above would finally listen. What did the Rabbi say anyway? If your dads don't like you being in this 'relationship', they could just tell that to Schuester so this will be all over. Simple as that, genius.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

Yep, it is! I’m surprised I didn’t notice it earlier. But it doesn’t matter. My fathers said I needed to go more. I might as well have told him about the struggle I call my life.

It's your eyes. Go get 'em checked. You're lucky you actually got to touch my ass. How the fuck does that even relate to Schuester's call? Hold up, do your dads want us to get married?

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

Oh, then I don’t feel so bad. I mean can you blame me? -_- I just wanted to make sure. I hope so, I went to the Temple yesterday to talk to the rabbi and he thought I was joking but soon enough he realized I wasn’t and we prayed.

I know, right? My ass is fucking perfect and a lot of peeps agree with me about that. Why the hell would you even talk to the Rabbi? You got spiritual problems or whatever?

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

Nope, just yours. It was just sitting there saying ‘Take me, take me!’ so I took it. I definitely will do that, next time I see him. You know we have a meeting Tuesday right?

That's proof enough that you wanted to touch my ass. Don't worry. You ain't the only one who's ever copped a feel of one of my goods. I know that. Finnegan's text woke me the hell up this morning. You think he's gonna tell us to finally break up?

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

It does! God, you are just the greatest person ever! What did I do to deserve you? You are just really do giving, almost like an Angel aren’t I just lucky.

It doesn't at all. Unless you make a habit of stealing other peeps' phones. Thank Schuester for throwing me into your way.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

It’s the truth. Of course, you are. If I decided to jump off a bridge you’ll be right there, ‘Saying have a nice fall’.

A truth that doesn't make any fucking sense. Hey, I'll even push you off the damn bridge. That's a different level of encouragement.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

Ehh..no. I just wanted to take you phone that’s all. Thank you so much for your encouragement.

Right. That's a shitty excuse. You're welcome, Ray bear. You know I'm always behind whatever you do.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

Now you know! Bet you won’t throw me over your shoulders anymore now will you. Probably can’t but I sure as hell will try.

Whatever. I learned my damn lesson and you learned yours. You know, for a second there, I thought you just wanted to feel up my ass. You're gonna fail, just so ya know.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

Lesson learned, be careful where you keep your phone. Simple. Not my fault. I still didn’t want to know, regardless of a FYI moment or not.

Shut it. I kept my phone there coz I didn't expect you, of all people, to snatch it. That doesn't matter now. You already know it. You can't erase that shit from your mind.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

Whatever. It is not my fault, you’re the one who decided to be a cat. I did not to need to know that, nor did I want to know. Thank you very much.

I only chose to act like a 'cat' coz you stole my phone, you sneaky fucking midget. That was sort of an FYI kind of thing. Don't get your panties in a twist.

Saturday night and I'm in my fucking house.

No. But I’m going to make your cookies, in the morning. Don’t lose your pants over them.

You should right now. After all, it's your fault I'm in a damn bed rest. And my pants are already gone, thank you very much.