If I hear the phrase "lovely lady lumps" in the near future, I'm pretty sure that my head will implode. Damn you, Black Eyed Peas, damn you to H-E-double hockey sticks (i'm sitting next to a mormon). That damn song ["my humps"] is in my friggin head and I can't get it out. No rendition of "Private Dancer" will push it out. It will be the death of me soon. For the record, I have previously stated that if I had a time machine, I would either prevent the killing of Abraham Lincoln or stop the duel of Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton (have you seen the ten dollar bill? a shame to waste such great hair). However, let it be known that I now realize that I use the time machine to stop "My humps" from being recorded....and also prevent the rise and domination of Andy Dick, of course.
And by the way, it's incorrect to say "I'm in a smoking sensation program" asshat, it's "smoking CESSATION"...though prolly not as fun.
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