Don't rule out chatting down below this weekend. I know you're busy baking mani-COT-ti with fresh ri-COT-ta, and chauffeuring your kids around to their Kara-TAY lessons and all that, but they can be late. I'm sure Sensei Anderson will understand. There will be weather, and food, and sprots! A veritable cornucopia for Guy Whoing. You can always talk about music, too. But probably not this song. Because the HATEability really requires no further elaboration. Right? RIGHT??? It's open.
I still cannot believe that this is not a joke.
ReplyDeleteWhoop whoop!
DeleteIt makes me wanna whoop whoop!
I just can't help but whoop whoop!
There's just something 'bout your Whoop whoop!
Whoop whoop!
[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]
Whoop whoop got me jumpin' through hoops
'Cause a day without your love girl, I can't recoup
Send chills down my spine every time we touch
You say come here I get in gear, like poppin' the clutch
That rush like you're rollin' down a hill
You said, "Be still, I got a chill!"
I said, "Okay girl, I will!"
With the sweat accumulating in a pool in your navel
I'm rockin' your body 'cause I'm willin' and able
Truth not fable, I make the bed sing like the movies on cable
Holdin' on tight sittin' tall in the saddle
Your heels inside just like spurrin' cattle
Hearts in rhythm, nibble on my ear please be my friend
Your hair is gettin' tangled 'cause I make your body tingle
By the hair of my chinny-chin chin, gotta get your
[Repeat Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]
In the morning when I'm yawnin' I wake up
The sunrise in your eyes helps to heat me up
A kiss and a hug and and an "I love you"
A kiss back and a wink and "I love you too"
Two hearts, one soul walkin' on air
Livin' on love, livin' on a prayer
Lips so sweet like chocolate
I get a rush so strong I can't forget
Love is the breeze that fills my sails
I crave to breathe what you exhale
I'll cross the desert with life at its worst
All I need is your touch to quench my thirst
Think the same without saying a word
Your voice is the sweetest thing I've heard
Go on punkin' put this song on loop
I gotta tell you again baby, I gotta get your...
[Repeat Chorus]
[Repeat Chorus x 2]
“Patches the Kitten”
ReplyDeleteIf Patches the kitten, put on some mittens, could he catch footballs as good as Jason Witten?
It would be written, that players could be bitten, and Patches would stay on the bench just sittin’.
Until there came a day, to Goodell’s dismay, a rule change would finally allow Patches to play.
Try as he may, things would not go his way, a lack of opposable thumbs would not let him secure the ball away.
After the fumbles that year, the end would be near, and Patches would have to call it a career.
But have no fear, Patches would not tear, for he would be doing color on Monday Night Football the following year!
It's a "premium" malt beverage!
ReplyDeleteIt says so right on the aggressively colored giant can!!!
This can't go wrong.
DeleteWhen in Rome!*
Delete*isn't within a sniff of Rome
If my soul were any more crushed, I'd put it in a shaker and liberally sprinkle it all over my Totino's before shitting it out at 3AM while simultaneously puking.
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Only Orange Driver tells it like it is: "Select white wine, sub-standard grape wine from choice grapes, citrus neutral spirits with natural orange flavor artificially colored with FD & C Yellow #5 & 6. Contains Sulfites."
DeleteI miss the old commenters. What a waste.
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