. . . gonna get, get, get, you drunk, Get you love drunk off her hump!"
Do you feel like dancing? I do. All day for some reason. Oh well.
What u gon’ do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I’m a make, make, make, make you scream, make you scream, make you scream.
...You know you all were singing along too, don't lie.
Also, I know the feeling; I've had a similar sensation all day. I have fufilled this urge by twirling unti i got dizzy and fell over. It was very much an "Amy acts like a 5-year-old... moreso than usual" kind of day.
Also, for our International Thespian Society club officers meeting (i.e. theatre geek-fest extrodinaire), we had to count up money we had made during our hot apple cider selling fund-raiser. Since we charged $1 for a large up, we had a lot of singles... about $200 to be exact. Now, we had counted the money, settled down, and stared at the pile of money.
Suddenly, the treasurer says, "I always wanted to throw money and play in it like in the movies." We all nodded and kind of stared at the money some more.
We all look at each other, grabbed a pile of money, made some quick comments about how irresponsible it would be for us four to throw money, quickly casted aside said comments, counted down, and fucking tossed the money in the air and cavorted and flailed in it like a bunch of preschoolers on crack.
We commenced to make money angels, money snowmen (they kind of failed), giggled, rolled around, then stopped and put the money into neat little piles laughing about how, as theatre kids, this would be the only time in our lives where we would have this opportunity since, as theatre kids, we expect to grow up as starving artists.
It was one of the most entertaining experiences of my week, not because it was throwing money, but because we were childish, stupid, and generally had no inhibitions.
haha, actually I've never listened to My Humps. I feel pretty accomplished about that.
You should be! It's really not that great of a song... it's just so addicting. I don't even like it that much, but every time I hear it (generally backstage when crew wanted to play it as we were setting up because, well, it's so funny to sing along with) I feel the urge to dance. Like, I don't even notice it, but I'm suddenly dancing.
i heard that song for the first time in my friend's dorm room and i wasnt impressed. it felt like nails scratchign chalk board...yet i still dance my ass....ermm humps? off when it is in
My friend Adam (the guy I like but I can't have ) wants my Conan shirt at the end of the year!!
I looked at him in disbelief, because he knows I LURVE that shirt.
I told him it would probably be too small for him, but he said so. Then I said I made it myself, and Conan is sexy, so I can't give it away. He didn't know I made it, and now he wants me to make him one.
So . . . I should start a business making Conan O'Brien shirts. And sell them to Finland. It will be their main import.
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hahaha, yay! Thanks.
haha, I don't know . . . . I'm not telling you anyway.
or we could just knock him out and such
or we could just knock him out and such
I'd rather you didn't assist. :insert appropriate smiley here:
i shall focus my attenshon on other matters then =p
i shall focus my attenshon on other matters then =p
thank you very much.
Get you love drunk off her hump!"
Do you feel like dancing? I do. All day for some reason. Oh well.
What u gon’ do with all that ass? All that ass inside them jeans? I’m a make, make, make, make you scream, make you scream, make you scream.
...You know you all were singing along too, don't lie.
Also, I know the feeling; I've had a similar sensation all day. I have fufilled this urge by twirling unti i got dizzy and fell over. It was very much an "Amy acts like a 5-year-old... moreso than usual" kind of day.
Also, for our International Thespian Society club officers meeting (i.e. theatre geek-fest extrodinaire), we had to count up money we had made during our hot apple cider selling fund-raiser. Since we charged $1 for a large up, we had a lot of singles... about $200 to be exact. Now, we had counted the money, settled down, and stared at the pile of money.
Suddenly, the treasurer says, "I always wanted to throw money and play in it like in the movies." We all nodded and kind of stared at the money some more.
We all look at each other, grabbed a pile of money, made some quick comments about how irresponsible it would be for us four to throw money, quickly casted aside said comments, counted down, and fucking tossed the money in the air and cavorted and flailed in it like a bunch of preschoolers on crack.
We commenced to make money angels, money snowmen (they kind of failed), giggled, rolled around, then stopped and put the money into neat little piles laughing about how, as theatre kids, this would be the only time in our lives where we would have this opportunity since, as theatre kids, we expect to grow up as starving artists.
It was one of the most entertaining experiences of my week, not because it was throwing money, but because we were childish, stupid, and generally had no inhibitions.
I love it.
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but I would love to see people actually do that. I should mention it to Student Council, even though I'm not in it.
You should be! It's really not that great of a song... it's just so addicting. I don't even like it that much, but every time I hear it (generally backstage when crew wanted to play it as we were setting up because, well, it's so funny to sing along with) I feel the urge to dance. Like, I don't even notice it, but I'm suddenly dancing.
*you got me spiiiining....ohhh*
i am a retard
Lifesavers are so underrated.
My iPod is love scratched to death.
I looked at him in disbelief, because he knows I LURVE that shirt.
I told him it would probably be too small for him, but he said so. Then I said I made it myself, and Conan is sexy, so I can't give it away. He didn't know I made it, and now he wants me to make him one.
So . . . I should start a business making Conan O'Brien shirts. And sell them to Finland. It will be their main import.