"This is how we do it
It's Tuesday Night
And we feel alright
the party's here at the EdC
So I reach for the volley and I set it up
Designated hitter is gonna stuff
He hit the shot and I faded
Honeys on the street say money oh he made it
it feels so good
I'm in my groove tonight"
By the song, you would think we won. But we didn't because the sore ass losers on the other team are a bunch of MOTHA-FUCKIN CHEATERS! And the refs were too inexperienced to notice. But whatevah.....I am happy cause we played good and I got my groove on.
My husband is certifiable sometimes. What is so fucking funny about holding the dog up in the air really high? Will get this sort of sick pleasure out of torturing our children? I mean the man farts on the soap....I married a stranger.
I am all too "surly" to be writin' anymore up in hurr. I already left a bunch surly comments for people so I better cut my losses...and be outtie like a belly button.
I also seem to be obsessed with saying,"True Dat" this evening.