Your best friend, Lana Del Rey, had recently got snubbed at the Grammys and she has had enough. She grabs her glock, ready to shoot up the Recording Academy Awards. She texted you the plan and see if you will be her partner-in-crime.

You decided to tag along because who the hell nominates the Lana Del Rey and not give her a single Grammy? After a few minutes, she pulls up in front of your house in a truck, putting her window down and looks over to you.

“Get in, we’re going to shoot up these bitches.”