This goes out to a very special someone*. A someone with purple hair, a cute accent, and tattoos literally (at this point) up the wazoo. I can't think of a better way to express myself that through this eerily prophetic song.
Funny thing is, they did this song in 1985, before personal computers and the internet were even close to the sex-enabling devices they are today. You know what? When the Pajiba crew finally get together for that orgy that is just bubbling beneath the virtual surface (and it will happen), THIS should be the boot-knocking music.
* I must make note that, despite certain allegations, said special someone is not, I repeat, NOT a pudgy masked Puerto Rican with assless chaps and a fetish for inflatable castles.
Funny thing is, they did this song in 1985, before personal computers and the internet were even close to the sex-enabling devices they are today. You know what? When the Pajiba crew finally get together for that orgy that is just bubbling beneath the virtual surface (and it will happen), THIS should be the boot-knocking music.
* I must make note that, despite certain allegations, said special someone is not, I repeat, NOT a pudgy masked Puerto Rican with assless chaps and a fetish for inflatable castles.
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"I must make note that, despite certain allegations, said special someone is not, I repeat, NOT a pudgy masked Puerto Rican with assless chaps and a fetish for inflatable castles".
ReplyDeleteYou say that like I haven't had my way with every orifice on your person. Bastard.
That makes you privileged, not special.
ReplyDeleteBesides, I can't respect someone who gives it up so easily. At least she gives me a chase.
Slut.
Your obsessiveness kind of makes my life.
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