Imagine you’ve liked a band for years, right. Let’s call them One Direction because that was the first name that slipped off my tongue. So you like one direction and you enjoy their music and maybe you go to their concerts. And then, imagine if (and this is where it gets a bit unbelievable so expand your imagination for a quick sec) they began putting two stuffed rainbow bears on stage. Let’s call these bears, oh I don’t know, Rbb and Sbb. Short for rainbow bondage bear and sugar baby bear..because why not. So this band that you like, who I randomly named one direction, start putting props around these two stuffed bears who are dressed in bondage gear. Sometimes the bears read books about gay people. Sometimes they have a picture frame between them of a guy named Larry and this guy signed it “love, Larry”. Sometimes these bears wear rolexes. And then sometimes they tweet vague things to their twitter account because oh yeah I forgot to mention they have a twitter account. So imagine you like One Direction (which is a great name I came up with, I hope someone forms a band called one direction soon) and you love these bears, but imagine one day they just disappear and you never hear from them again and it’s been three years and you’re still faced with the fact that they have a working phone that’s been on for actual years and they don’t even have a working heartbeat
