This is how I woke up today
(I'm getting some well needed sleep after going to bed at 3:30ish. The alarm isn't set to get me up for another hour and a half. I'm just minding my own business.)
"ASS GET TO JIGGLIN'!"
Me: "What the hell????"
"MOTHAFUCKIN' WIGGLIN'! ASS GET TO JIGGLIN'!"
Me: "God damnit Joe."
Joe: (continues to sing lyrics)
Me: "Joe, every single Ying Yang Twins song is the same. There is no originality anymore. Now shut the hell up and go back and play more video games."
Joe: "That's not true, they aren't all the same!"
Me: "Think of the name of the first Ying Yang Twins song you can remember."
Joe: "Uh....... First Booty on Duty?"
Me: "I rest my case."
All the Ying Yang Twins songs these days are all about ass and/or strippers. They are all the same and show no signs of originality in the near future. And dear God, no one ever wake me up with that again.
"ASS GET TO JIGGLIN'!"
Me: "What the hell????"
"MOTHAFUCKIN' WIGGLIN'! ASS GET TO JIGGLIN'!"
Me: "God damnit Joe."
Joe: (continues to sing lyrics)
Me: "Joe, every single Ying Yang Twins song is the same. There is no originality anymore. Now shut the hell up and go back and play more video games."
Joe: "That's not true, they aren't all the same!"
Me: "Think of the name of the first Ying Yang Twins song you can remember."
Joe: "Uh....... First Booty on Duty?"
Me: "I rest my case."
All the Ying Yang Twins songs these days are all about ass and/or strippers. They are all the same and show no signs of originality in the near future. And dear God, no one ever wake me up with that again.