“Mark…”
Katy Perry touched Mark’s arm.
“Damn it, Katy,” said Mark, “Why is there a camera? Ha ha! Ha ha!” he nervously laughed. It had been ten years since they’d seen eachother, twelve years since Camp Tawonga.
“Mark, I… we’ve…,” said Katy. She knew that Mark Zuckerberg, who had taken her virginity at summer camp all those years ago, was one of the most important men in the world now. She was now one of the biggest pop stars in the Western world, and fate had deemed that their paths would meet again.
“How’s Russel?” snapped Mark. He was on the defensive. This was his home turf.
“Scary as shit,” said Katy, shaking her head. “He scares the living shit out of me.”
“Well I’m sorry,” said Mark. He felt like he meant it. He put his hands in the pockets of his hoodie.
“I saw that Fincher movie,” said Katy. “It was good. They made you come off like an asshole, and you’re not an asshole,” she added.
The camera flashed again.
“Can we talk about this outside?” said Mark.
“Talk about what?” said the reporter.
“Nothing, nothing” said Katy Perry.
Mark wondered how long Katy Perry’s surprise visit to the Facebook headquarters would last. He wanted a burrito.

Shit! Is this legit? Seriously? Like, seriously???

/speechless/

 THIS IS FUCKING LEGIT

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

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