The earrings looked a little something like this

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So we're driving down wilshire, right, and something flashy catches the corner of our eyes. It's these fantastic/magnetic/gigantic/ridiculous/sparkly earrings. Unable to resist complimenting something she doesn't really like but encourages anyway, Sara roles down the window and yells out, "I LOVE YOUR EARRINGS."
The woman, who looks part black and part latino, flashes her pearly whites and tilts her head:


"BEYONCE GIVE EM TO ME," she proudly retorts.