Katy Perry still misses me, so she went to Paris and wore who knows what to prove she’s depressed. I mean, our relationship was great, she would dress like an egg because I like eggs for breakfast (hot)
And I would puke on the Eiffel Tower because she doesn’t know how to tell if an egg had expired. (romantic)
Anyways, this is very sad. But there’s a closeup of her butt, which is still nice. So there ya go.