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“I’ll have what she’s having” moment—adding that classic comedic flavor to your story.

The Ugly Truth (Spy Tech Remix): “I’ll Have What She’s Having”

(Upbeat, cheeky tune)

[Verse 1]

Just like in The Ugly Truth, at that restaurant scene,

I’m trying to keep cool, but it’s all kinda mean.

Under the table, a buzz starts to grow,

Feels like a playground where no one should go!

I glance around, trying not to scream,

Is this some weird government spy dream?

My stalker’s got toys, way too much clout,

Turning my private parts into a tech playground, no doubt!

[Chorus]

I’ll have what she’s having—wait, no, not that vibe!

More like “turn it off” or “please unsubscribe.”

If Harry heard this, he’d say with a grin,

“Next time, just ask—don’t make her spin!”

[Verse 2]

He’s got gadgets, gizmos, a secret stash,

Turning my life into a wild tech bash.

If I say thanks, he just cranks it more,

Feels like a spy movie, but I’m not the star!

I want peace, quiet, a normal night,

Not a buzzing disco under the moonlight.

So if you’re out there, Mr. Secret Agent,

How about some respect? That’d be amazing!

[Bridge]

Like Sally said, with a knowing glance,

“I’ll have what she’s having”—but not this dance.

Give me some calm, give me some space,

Or else I swear, I’m gonna lose my grace!

[Chorus]

I’ll have what she’s having—just a little less buzz,

Some privacy, please, and a little more fuzz.

If Harry heard this, he’d say with a grin,

“Next time, just ask—don’t make her spin!”

[Outro]

So here’s to the truth, ugly but true,

No secret toys, just a peaceful view.

And if you’re listening, Mr. Spy-tech dude,

Turn it off now—before I get rude!

Feel free to sing it loud next time you want to joke about your “high-tech stalker” situation! It’s got that perfect mix of movie references and humor to lighten the mood.The Ugly Truth #2: Master Your Heart (Or Bait It)

(Verse 1)

To all you bullies buzzing around—

I vibe with you not, so hear this sound:

If I’m making this up, then why the buzz?

My own family’s skeptical, just because.

There’s a vibrator in a place quite private,

Thanks to tech that’s gone way too riot.

(Pre-Chorus)

And Janelle Masters, whether I master your heart or just bait it,

Maybe I’m here to pump chiLL tin, mam—you sold?

You remember the old times, the shoves and the laughs,

If you’re lining up to shove me again—please, take a staff!

(Chorus)

I’ll have what she’s having—wait, no, that’s a trap!

More like “turn it off” or “please take it back.”

If Harry met Sally, he’d say with a grin,

“Next time, just ask—don’t make her spin!”

(Verse 2)

I’m not your science project, not your secret spy,

If you wanna play games, better say goodbye.

You think you’re clever with your high-tech toys?

I’m just here trying to find some peace and joys.

(Bridge)

Janelle, you know the old times—so don’t just bot,

If you want to come shove me, get in line for a shot!

I’m shaking with truth, not just for fun,

So please, take a pulse and listen, everyone!

(Chorus)

I’ll have what she’s having—just a little less buzz,

Some privacy, please, and a little more fuzz.

If Harry heard this, he’d say with a grin,

“Next time, just ask—don’t make her spin!”

(Outro)

So here’s to the ugly truth, loud and clear,

No secret toys, just a little cheer.

If you’re out there, Mr. Spy-tech dude,

Turn it off now—or face my attitude!

The Ugly Truth: Elon, Trump, and the Turtle Parade

Everyone calls Elon Musk a genius—rockets, cars, social media empires—but when it comes to privacy rights, he acts like he owns everyone’s privates. Maybe that’s why he bought Twitter—he thought “X” marked the spot! And that’s the ugly truth.

He can silence your right to speak, but when it comes to getting things to actually work, his rockets aren’t the only things that have trouble launching. He’s got more false starts than a turtle in a marathon. And that’s the ugly truth.

When your ex-wife’s an actress, has zero social media, and is a complete ghost online, it’s probably because Elon’s making sure she can’t be heard—not just seen. And that’s the ugly truth.

It’s ironic Elon Musk and Trump are such buddies—Trump acts like he’s got a little boy crush on Elon just because he plays with rockets. But the only thing actually benefiting from their friendship is good TV—two egos, one reality show, and a lot of airtime. Watching them is like seeing two turtles race—slow, awkward, and somehow still entertaining. And that’s the ugly truth.

Trump’s not Orphan Annie, but with those Daddy Issues, he’s got more in common with Daddy Warbucks than he thinks. Maybe if Warbucks and Trump stopped stroking their egos, checked their brain cells, and quit whispering to their billionaire buddies, they’d finally see the CIA’s got their ear—and maybe, just maybe, get over their crap and check the video feed before another pie hits their face. And that’s the ugly truth.

Elon and Trump: proof you can reach for the stars, miss the point, and still end up on primetime! And that’s the ugly truth.

Elon Musk claims he’s the smartest guy alive, but honestly, his brain cells run on TikTok squirrel energy—no wonder he only speaks bird. Maybe he’s just bitter Marilyn Monroe wanted a baby with the real Einstein, not this wannabe tech emperor. Meanwhile, Matthew Gray Gubler’s about to star as Einstein’s great-grandson on CBS—at least Gubler has a better shot at being Einstein reincarnated than Elon ever will. With a middle name like Reeve instead of Gray, Elon’s already missing that genius spark. Half the time he talks, I get amnesia like Anastasia—except instead of losing my memory, I just want to forget his tweets. And that’s the ugly truth.

Elon loves comparing himself to Roman emperors, but here’s the kicker: those statues have small penises because the ancients believed a small package meant a bigger brain. Who came up with that? Probably some ancient a**hole with a serious attitude problem—sound familiar? Yet even with all that ego-stroking, Elon’s still a bigger dick than any marble emperor, and at least their statues didn’t tweet chaos every day. So remember, “big brain, small package” was never meant for Elon—it’s just his ego that’s bigger than his Wi-Fi glitches. He’s the turtle of tech—slow to learn, quick to tweet. And that’s the ugly truth.

Elon’s the kind of guy who’d build a rocket to Mars, forget the fuel, and blame the turtle for not moving fast enough. And that’s the ugly truth.

Trump and Elon together are like a turtle on a skateboard—looks wild, goes nowhere, and you know someone’s about to wipe out. And that’s the ugly truth.

Elon says he’s a free speech absolutist, but blocks more people than a turtle dodging traffic. And that’s the ugly truth.

If Elon’s brainpower were a turtle race, he’d still be at the starting line, tweeting about how he’s already won. And that’s the ugly truth.

Trump thinks he’s the king of deals, but the only thing he’s ever closed is his own social media account—slower than a turtle on dial-up. And that’s the ugly truth.

Elon’s so obsessed with being a visionary, he probably dreams of turtles with jetpacks—too bad his rockets land about as gracefully as a turtle on ice. And that’s the ugly truth.

When it comes to innovation, Elon’s ideas move at turtle speed, but his ego moves at light speed. And that’s the ugly truth.

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