Here it is. The song I was singing three quarters of teh way through my commute on Friday morning.
I need some tightie whities,
not just any tightie whities.
I need some tightie whities,
for my BALLS!
It was going pretty well until I realised that some dude was biking along behind and then passed me laughing his ass off. I can't sing in public without people laughing at me. Just like New York. I still need to post the story of that weekend.
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OK, this is weird. Last night, I couldn't post this because of some error. Now I look like an ass, yet again.
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