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| − | '''Lizzy:''' Hey everybody, it's Lizzy.  Ummm... I know what you're thinking, what inspired the whole, what do you wanna call it, bun fiasco?    | + | '''Lizzy:''' Hey everybody, it's Lizzy.  Ummm... I know what you're thinking, what inspired the whole, I don't know, what do you wanna call it, bun fiasco?  Well, the ballet.  Well, I don't know if it inspired it or brought it forth.... I don't know.  What happened was that my mom was talking to me and she said that my soul needed to sing, and I told her, "You know what, ma?  My soul doesn't sing.  My soul gets jiggy with it."  Which is why she decided to give me a one hour lecture on how this is something that faith brought upon me, and how I am one of the chosen few.  She wouldn't even tell me one for what, but she said it nonetheless!  And then she said, "Okay, this is a very serious question.  You need to tell me what you think your song is."  I, of course, stupid me, with my stupid big mouth, said "Baby Got Back".  Yes, I said it.  Which is when she got on the phone and bought season tickets to the ballet.  Well, I don't know if they're season tickets, but there's a million tickets, and a million different ballets.  But nonetheless, there's tickets.  I'm sorry, but I'm not one to wanna watch fifty-pound girls twirl around in tutus.  The thought of it makes me sick.  Either way, wish me luck.  I hope I make it out alive tonight.  Thank you, and goodbye.  | 
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| Blogger | LOSTchild17 | 
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| Date Posted | July 6th, 2007 | 
| URL | youtube.com | 
| Description |  ok so i kinda sorta messed around with my mom and now shes making me go to the ballet  | 
| Location(s) |  {{{location}}}  | 
| YouTube Tags | lostchild17 lizzy bored vlog lonelygirl15 jonastko | 
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Euw Going To The Ballet is the seventh video in the LOSTchild17 video series.
Transcript
Lizzy: Hey everybody, it's Lizzy. Ummm... I know what you're thinking, what inspired the whole, I don't know, what do you wanna call it, bun fiasco? Well, the ballet. Well, I don't know if it inspired it or brought it forth.... I don't know. What happened was that my mom was talking to me and she said that my soul needed to sing, and I told her, "You know what, ma? My soul doesn't sing. My soul gets jiggy with it." Which is why she decided to give me a one hour lecture on how this is something that faith brought upon me, and how I am one of the chosen few. She wouldn't even tell me one for what, but she said it nonetheless! And then she said, "Okay, this is a very serious question. You need to tell me what you think your song is." I, of course, stupid me, with my stupid big mouth, said "Baby Got Back". Yes, I said it. Which is when she got on the phone and bought season tickets to the ballet. Well, I don't know if they're season tickets, but there's a million tickets, and a million different ballets. But nonetheless, there's tickets. I'm sorry, but I'm not one to wanna watch fifty-pound girls twirl around in tutus. The thought of it makes me sick. Either way, wish me luck. I hope I make it out alive tonight. Thank you, and goodbye.