Added to the list of reasons I shouldn't be left alone for too long.
(other than Stan the international gourd of mystery of course!!)
I have begun rewording pop songs to sing to my son.
Hey sexy baby (lady) I like your flow. Your belly's growling (your body's banging) Out of control.
My milkshake brings my boy (all the boys) to the yard and he says it's better than yours!
I'm in love with a spitter (stripper) he poppin' he rollin' he rollin' I'm in love with a spitter he trippin' he playin' he playin' He ain't going no where , no he stayin'
Sigh...my poor husband... =D
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