oh Mikey
Why is Mike Maroth so damn good right now? And why does he look so damn good while he's doing it? Every interview of him I've seen so far has caused my eyes to nearly fall out.
Mike Maroth. I want to do things to him that his God would not approve of.
The Boyfriend said, upon hearing these sentiments, "Only if I can do 'em with you."
I knew there was a reason I kept that kid around.
Who spends Saturday night in watching baseball? That's right, the big loser who spent all. damn. day. in the lab fixing the professor's many, many mistakes and now does not want to ever move again, let alone go out. Finals, man. And things suck worse at work because the prof knows he's losing all his undergrad labor soon.
Pudge just hobbled around the bases to score. I wonder what's up. Hopefully nothing major, but at his age....
Oh, and CONGRATS BECKY ON FINISHING THINGS OF A SCHOLASTIC NATURE. Must feel nice. Or weird. Or scary. Or all three. But in any event, it's commendable. ;)
edit: Because this is breaking my brain and I need to get it out.
What's he gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk?
Shelton's gonna get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off his hump.
His hump, 8x
His lovely little
lump,
Check it out
He drives these brothers crazy,
He do it on the daily,
They treat him really nicely,
They buy him all these iceies.
Addidas and Nike,
Better cleats than Mikey
Reebok, got him sharin’
All their money got him wearin' fly, whether he ain’t askin,
They say they love his ass in
baseball pants, spandex so tight they shout,
He say no, but they keep givin’ em out
So he keep on takin’
And no he ain’t takin’
They can keep on datin’
Now keep on demonstratin.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love his first baseman lump,
His hump, his hump, his hump,
His hump its got you,
He’s got you spending.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on him and spend your time on him.
He's got you spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on him,(uh) on him, on him
What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
He's a gonna get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off his hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
He's a gonna make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cause of his hump, his hump, his hump, his hump.
His hump, his hump, his hump, his lovely baller lump, check it out!
He met a guy down at homeplate.
He said hey, hey, hey yeah let’s relate
You could be my Tiger, I can be your honey
Let's spend time not money.
Mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight
They say he's really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex him.
They always standing next to him,
Always at first base next to him.
Tryin’ a feel his hump, hump,
Lookin’ at his lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it he's a start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on his hand, boy,
You ain’t his man, boy,
He's just tryn’a field boy,
And move his hump.
His hump, his hump, his hump, his hump,
his hump, his hump, his hump, his hump, his hump, his hump.
His lovely Tiger lump (x3)
In the back and cup in the front.
His lovin’ got you,
He's got you spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on him and spending time on him.
He's got you spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on him, up on him, on him.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
He's a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off his hump.
~~What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
He's a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
He's a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.~~
What are you gonna do with all that chest
All that chest inside that shirt
He's gonna make make make you work
Make you work work make you work
He's got you spendin'
(Ooo) Spendin' all your money on him
and spendin' time on him
He's got you spendin'
(Ooo) Spendin' all your money on him
(uh) on him, on him
.
Mike Maroth. I want to do things to him that his God would not approve of.
The Boyfriend said, upon hearing these sentiments, "Only if I can do 'em with you."
I knew there was a reason I kept that kid around.
Who spends Saturday night in watching baseball? That's right, the big loser who spent all. damn. day. in the lab fixing the professor's many, many mistakes and now does not want to ever move again, let alone go out. Finals, man. And things suck worse at work because the prof knows he's losing all his undergrad labor soon.
Pudge just hobbled around the bases to score. I wonder what's up. Hopefully nothing major, but at his age....
Oh, and CONGRATS BECKY ON FINISHING THINGS OF A SCHOLASTIC NATURE. Must feel nice. Or weird. Or scary. Or all three. But in any event, it's commendable. ;)
edit: Because this is breaking my brain and I need to get it out.
What's he gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk?
Shelton's gonna get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off his hump.
His hump, 8x
His lovely little
lump,
Check it out
He drives these brothers crazy,
He do it on the daily,
They treat him really nicely,
They buy him all these iceies.
Addidas and Nike,
Better cleats than Mikey
Reebok, got him sharin’
All their money got him wearin' fly, whether he ain’t askin,
They say they love his ass in
baseball pants, spandex so tight they shout,
He say no, but they keep givin’ em out
So he keep on takin’
And no he ain’t takin’
They can keep on datin’
Now keep on demonstratin.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love his first baseman lump,
His hump, his hump, his hump,
His hump its got you,
He’s got you spending.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on him and spend your time on him.
He's got you spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on him,(uh) on him, on him
What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
He's a gonna get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off his hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
He's a gonna make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
Cause of his hump, his hump, his hump, his hump.
His hump, his hump, his hump, his lovely baller lump, check it out!
He met a guy down at homeplate.
He said hey, hey, hey yeah let’s relate
You could be my Tiger, I can be your honey
Let's spend time not money.
Mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight
They say he's really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex him.
They always standing next to him,
Always at first base next to him.
Tryin’ a feel his hump, hump,
Lookin’ at his lump, lump.
You can look but you can’t touch it,
If you touch it he's a start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on his hand, boy,
You ain’t his man, boy,
He's just tryn’a field boy,
And move his hump.
His hump, his hump, his hump, his hump,
his hump, his hump, his hump, his hump, his hump, his hump.
His lovely Tiger lump (x3)
In the back and cup in the front.
His lovin’ got you,
He's got you spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on him and spending time on him.
He's got you spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on him, up on him, on him.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
He's a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off his hump.
~~What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
He's a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
He's a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.~~
What are you gonna do with all that chest
All that chest inside that shirt
He's gonna make make make you work
Make you work work make you work
He's got you spendin'
(Ooo) Spendin' all your money on him
and spendin' time on him
He's got you spendin'
(Ooo) Spendin' all your money on him
(uh) on him, on him
.