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Sitting in the rec room, Claudia was flipping through a computer programming book which she'd just pulled from the book shelves. She wasn't really learning anything from it. It seemed about ten years old, but it was kinda cool to be looking through something that dealt with vintage programming.
It had been quiet in the rec room, that was until the jukebox suddenly starting playing a song. Well more like an annoying early 90's cliche valleygirl voice started talking.
"Oh my god! Becky, look at her butt.."
Claudia's eyes widened and she looked up from her book. "No friggin way..."
"It is so big! She looks like one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But y'know, who understands those rap guys?"
"Oh c'mon!" Claudia yelled at the jukebox. "Play something good!" But it was obvious the jukebox wasn't going to be listening to her anytime soon.
"They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute,'kay? I mean her butt, it's just so big! I can't believe it's so round, it's like out there! I mean - it's so gross! Look, she's just so black."
Claudia sighed and sank down in the chair, pulling her book up so her face was hidden behind it. She seriously couldn't believe the jukebox was playing Sir Mix-A-Lot! Couldn't it play something like David Bowie? Now that would have been cool. But nooooooo....
"Cuz you noticed that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me."
Peeking over the top of her book, she noticed that no one else was in the rec room with her, well not that she saw... She suddenly smiled, lowered the book and sat up a little bit. She'd never actually admit it, but the song wasn't all that bad. She leaned back in her seat again, this time signing along with the song as she flipped through her book.
"I've seen her dancin',
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat,
wet, got it goin like a turbo vette
I'm tired of magazines
Saying flat butts are the thing"
It had been quiet in the rec room, that was until the jukebox suddenly starting playing a song. Well more like an annoying early 90's cliche valleygirl voice started talking.
"Oh my god! Becky, look at her butt.."
Claudia's eyes widened and she looked up from her book. "No friggin way..."
"It is so big! She looks like one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But y'know, who understands those rap guys?"
"Oh c'mon!" Claudia yelled at the jukebox. "Play something good!" But it was obvious the jukebox wasn't going to be listening to her anytime soon.
"They only talk to her because she looks like a total prostitute,'kay? I mean her butt, it's just so big! I can't believe it's so round, it's like out there! I mean - it's so gross! Look, she's just so black."
Claudia sighed and sank down in the chair, pulling her book up so her face was hidden behind it. She seriously couldn't believe the jukebox was playing Sir Mix-A-Lot! Couldn't it play something like David Bowie? Now that would have been cool. But nooooooo....
"Cuz you noticed that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My homeboys tried to warn me."
Peeking over the top of her book, she noticed that no one else was in the rec room with her, well not that she saw... She suddenly smiled, lowered the book and sat up a little bit. She'd never actually admit it, but the song wasn't all that bad. She leaned back in her seat again, this time signing along with the song as she flipped through her book.
"I've seen her dancin',
To hell with romancin'
She's sweat,
wet, got it goin like a turbo vette
I'm tired of magazines
Saying flat butts are the thing"