Wrong Turn To GirlVille

     Breezes of nail polish corrupted the oxygen filled air that prevents death. Hairspray joined the polishing of nails in a fragrance of pure girlishness. Manicures caused this plague that infected the noses of our society; the society of men and women. However, I was not in the safe zone that only had haircuts of Fades, Mohawks, and Brooks, I was in the battlefield of Trims, Curls, Bangs, Ponytails, Pigtails, and other haircuts not suitable for manly men. The feeling of Justice stores all around surrounded me in my mind then came out to be true. Every television demonstration featured the girl like Power Puff Girls. Barbie dolls cornered every corner of streets with annoying catch phrases like "Hey, wanna play with me?!" This all happened because I took a wrong turn to GirlVille.

     This horrific incident succeeded to escalate this far when I made a risky left turn for the worst leading to a berserk city under the name of GirlVille. My destination at the start was to my home in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma  which is also located in the western part of the United States where a boundary is located separating the villages manly men and the villages of girl-like girls. Unfortunately, my mansion is exactly one tiny itsy bitsy mile away from the border that exists from North Dakota to Texas. Before heading home, I stayed at my bar, filled with refreshments and good times for about an hour, but that hour made me more intoxicated than Vincent Jackson of the San Diego Chargers at the beginning of the 2010-2011 NFL season. Thankfully, I wasn't pulled over by cops, men and woman serving the state police department, but I reached a fate even more worse than being arrested; I faced girls with slim t-shirts, and designer jeans.           

      Falling asleep, I parked at what I thought was my home but really was a mall of girl accessories and items called Girls R Us. Knocked Out, I felt a motion that was carrying me to a local hospital. Unconscious, I just had the females do what they had to do. When I awoke I found myself mounted on a sky-high pole at the border line. All non-females attacked me with "haha" from everywhere I looked. The feminines created the pole to embarrass me for crossing over to the girl side. No harm was done, only a plaque stating my name to be resigned to Jasmine and a new home in the girl-infested New Orleans.