This is my 500th post, and I’ll I have to say is this:
Can I get some fries with that shake shake booty? If looks could kill, you would be an uzi!
It’s been stuck in my head, inexplicably, for three days, so I tried to sing it to Rob, in honor of his cute buns. His verdict of my rendition of Salt N Pepa’s “Shoop” is, “Rarely has one given a whiter performance of that song.”
(I will not be calling his mother to thank her for his butt.)