She rocked out to Wham!
Not a big Limp Bizkit fan.
Thought she'd get a hand
On a member of Duran Duran!


Where's the mini-skirt made of snake skin?
And who's the other guy singing in Van Halen?
When did reality become T.V.?
What ever happened to sitcoms, game shows?


(On the radio was)


Bruce Springsteen, Madonna
Way before Nirvana
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on M-T-V  

Her two kids in high school,
They tell her that she's uncool.
'Cause she's still preoccupied


With 19, 19, 1985!


Woohoo! 


She hates time make it stop!
When did Motley Crue become classic rock?
And when did Ozzy become an actor?
Please make this
Stop!... Stop! ...Stop! ...


And bring back!


Springsteen, Madonna!
Way before Nirvana!
There was U2 and Blondie
And music still on M-T-V!


Her two kids in high school,
They tell her that she's uncool.
'Cause she's still preoccupied


1985!


Bruce Springsteen, Madonna,
Way before Nirvana!
There was U2 and Blondie!
And music still on M-T-V!


Her two kids in high school,
They tell her that she's uncool!
But she's still preoccupied


With 19, 19, 1985!"


Jake sighed. "Every. Single. Time."

Jack shrugged. "I think it's cute." 

"Give it some time."

"Heyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyheyhey!" B/F/N yelled at a fast speed. Everyone looked at her, confused. She put on the derpiest grin, and took a deep breath. "You are now aware of your own breathing."

You groaned. "I hate you." 

"Why? Just. Why?" Jack asked, exasperated.

B/F/N laughed triumphantly, watching each and everyone of us carefully breath in and out. Jake glared daggers at her. 

"I hope you trip and fall into Tartarus!" Jake grumbled, crossing his arms and pouting like the three year old he is.

"At least Percy and Annabeth can keep me company there." B/F/N says cooly, pulling sunglasses out of nowhere and placing them on her face. 

Jake's head snapped to face B/F/N, with an angry look. "You did NOT-"

"I did."

"That was NOT necessary."

"It was."

Jake had a face of ( ͡ಠ ʖ̯ ͡ಠ), but kept going. 

"Oh, and Jake? Yeah, I don't ship (one of your many OTPs)."

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