Posted on January 3, 2009 in Uncategorized
I did Charlottesville to NYC and back within 72 hours, so I had the chance to catch up on that damn rap music those kids are listening to now a days. Usher’s Trading Places is a popular song, so by the end of the trip, I was pretty familiar with the lyrics. And I got to say, this mother fucker is not even bothering to try anymore. Get a sample:
Skip dinner and we gonna rent a movie
You order chinese food right before you do me
(yeah) Wash the car
(yeah) I’m gonna walk the dog
(yeah) Take out the trash
(yeah) With nothing but your t-shirt on
(yeah) I’m gonna press your shirt
(yeah) I’m gonna wrinkle mines up
Now, call me crazy, but I don’t exactly start thinking about plowing me lady after I order up some crispy beef. Nor do I fancy eating egg rolls after 7 minutes in missionary heaven (though that does sort of sound good now).
Check out the second part too… a fairy tale of domesticity from Usher. Nothing gets a lady wet like talking about doing chores. I can only hope my nocturnal emission comes from dreams of Usher wearing nothing but my worn out V-neck undershirts.