Do You Wanna Go To The Moon?

and other stories of a vintage lady living in a modern world

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Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya.
Swallow bitch, there’s people starving in Africa!

Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oooh Bo
And if I were gay,
Though I swear I’m straight,
I’d make the fellas say…

You’re an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top,
But careful, cherry, ‘cause I’m the King of Pop.
Pop pop pop goes my weasel,
Now ya looking like Jackson Pollock’s easel.
My suggestion is:
You don’t blow ‘til you know what congestion is,
Swallow when you know what digestion is.
Follow Bo, the only question is:
Have you been splattered before
By the mad-hatter matador?
Cake-batter never more
It don’t matter whether you’re
Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian,
I’ll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon.

Single every single day
Do it every single way
Make the single ladies say
Oooh Bo
And if I were gay,
Though I swear I’m straight,
I’d make the fellas say
Oooh Bo
Oh Bo-o, ooh Bo, Bo
A-a-Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo, Oooh Bo

You think that you can handle me?
Girl, don’t make me laugh.
I said my junk is bipolar
It’ll split you in half (yea).
And if you’re lucky,
I might just bring you home,
And I’ll have you going down
Like you’re growin’ an extra chromosome.

(Source: johnskrasinskis)

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