How Petty Are You, Really?

I blow out all the candles and exit the room.

I throw the cake at the wall.

I help them blow the candles out.

I give them words of encouragement.

Grab it and store it for later.

I cut it into bits and share.

I politely decline it and encourage my friends to share it.

Offer it to a friend, then chastise them for actually eating it.

I favourite all their tweets while cackling.

I keep quiet, but screenshot it all.

I log off Twitter. No H8.

I start subtweeting, too.

All shade all tea, hunty.

Only the shade of the willow tree.

Absolutely.

Does something to do with umbrellas?

Imma cut someone to get it.

Niceness gets you everywhere.

No fighting.

Bish, I'm already the queen.

I have a bunker where I'l live alone with a typewriter. No one else can come.

I'd act as a moral compass, guiding the survivors into salvation.

I'd be in charge, obviously.

In the words of Jason Derulo, I'm ridin' solo.

Venti strawberries and creme frap, pls

Venti iced green tea.

Black, like my soul.

Skinny mocha, no cream.

Iggy Azelea vs. Papa Johns

Kanye vs. Wiz

Miley vs. Nicki

Elton John vs. Madonna

Erm, what a question.

I like standing still.

I'm more of a rock.

I'm more of a roll.