your lola sounds like a tranny

This is what you get for being incorrigible.

You're down on Friday with fever and a bad cough and you stay home, spitting up icky phleghm every ten minutes, and then you decide that you'd like to go out with your friends on Saturday where all you do is talk and get hoarse, after which you forget to sleep with a blanket through the night, chilling your throat and making your cough worse. On top of that, your computer breaks down and you have to keep on explaining things over and over and over to about six different people, one of which is a technician who installs the wrong kind of DVD drive on your CPU so that you now need to change your OS to WinXP, but not before explaining to whomever that there's only a DVD combo drive on your computer that won't work because it needs WinXP to run and your OS isn't WinXP and you have no idea how they'll install WinXP because the installer comes in CD-ROM discs. And then you wake up this morning with more icky phleghm, only ickier, and a voice so gravelly you sound like you're a tranny wanting to break free out of... a female body? (Wait, that's not right...)

The first thing you tell the first friend you see online—who also happens to be one of the friends you went out with over the weekend—is, "Potah, your lola has no voice! Your lola sounds like a tranny!"

To make yourself feel better about sounding like such a drag queen today, you buy yourself three oranges and a bar of KitKat White Chunky, in the hopes that eating three oranges will far outweigh the nutritional non-benefits, but not the instant happiness and the sugar high, that the KitKat bar will bring you.