Anyone want to burst into hysterical laughter? I laughed so hard I almost had to stop the car. Micah was playing his Black-eyed Peas CD. Micah jumped to #5, which happens to be called....
My Humps.
It's the one on TV where the girl is trying on the jeans and the music is playing:
Whatcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk, in your trunk?
Listen to the rest of the lyrics (if you're over 25 maybe you haven't heard the song in full.)......you WILL laugh hard enough to embarrass your child who will say to you (as mine did), "If you had any style, you would like this song!" -which made me start laughing even harder. Man I nearly had to pull over.
Whatcha gonna do with those humps? What do you think of my lady lumps?
LOLOLOLOLOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm sure the FCC and Censorship Committees everywhere are wrinkling their brows and shaking their heads at the audacity of the Black-eyed Peas for singing such an offensive song, demeaning and objectifying women and all that...and as a parent, I just didn't get as concerned as I should have with my son's sensitive ears hearing something that didn't promote good family values...sigh...I just laughed so hard it embarrassed him into realizing how silly and stupid that song is.
Dan, I will be answer your questions. Give me a few days.
posted by Ann @ 6:07 AM
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Censorship is terrible. Lets ban some more books. The holocaust didn't happen. Killing one person is murder, killing 100,000 is foreigh policy. Conservative politics make me sick!
And, the lady lumps are probably fake anyway!
Dan
Some things you just can't take seriously. And that song is one of them.
Sorry but I just can't grieve so much over Zarqawi's death when I saw the film of him cutting off Nick Berg's head.
I can't go with people like Barbara Boxer or other liberals because they advocate stabbing a child in the head with scissors right before he/she is born, when this could never save the life of the mother (even if it could I'd still be against it).
I can't go with people like Sean Hanady or other conservatives to build a wall to Guatemalans and Chiapans from running through Chuck and Ellen's yard. Sorry, I've worked with many, many of them getting them health care and prenatal care (again, I love babies) and dangit, I know they're illegal but I just don't give a rip.
Al Qaeda hunters need to concentrate on the Canadian border (where the last terrorists came across)... you can find them in universities in Toronto and Montreal, not "blending" with Mexicans, as if they could. I know Arab people and I darn well know Muslims aren't going to mix in well with pork-and-beans eating Latinos working construction! LOL
The Clinton administration did absolutely nothing at all but this one is pretty much looking in the wrong place.
lIGHTEN UP fRANCIS!
If you are stupid enough to take this song seriously, then you are out of touch with reality. It's just a silly song. Sierra thinks it's cute, doesn't understand it of course but in the end it's just a catchy song people like to dance to. If this kind of mainstream stuff offends your christian family values then I suggest moving to an Amish community. You can't protect your kids from everything, they have to have tools to cope in the real world.
I want to be the minority, down with the moral majority-- Green day
Who is Francis?
Who is taking this song seriously?
WHO IS THIS POSTER???
lol i am gonna look up the song it sound like a hoot currently in the burn Reel Big Fish my two fav songs she's got a girlfriend now and snoop doggy dog. snoop doggy dog is a song that repeats over and over and over again snoop doggy dog. lol btw girlfriend now was banned from the radio for content lol.
the lumpy song sounds funny just thank God he is not listening to the stuff the censors dont even consider plaining on the air. ohhhh how many ways can we drop the f bomb in one minute? :)
couldn't resist....
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Song: My Humps
Lyric:
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps. (Check it out)
I drive these scrubbers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these ice-ys.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and then Donna
Karen, they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin’
Fly gearrr but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Se7en Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t fakin’
We can keep on datin’
I keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,
She’s got me spending.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cos of my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely lady lumps. (Check it out)
I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go.
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky riiiiiiight.
They say I’m really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’ma start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump,
My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump.
My lovely lady lumps x3
In the back and in the front.
My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oh) Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream.
What you gon do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work.
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
Spendin’ all your money on me, on me, on me.
NOT SINCE Fat-Bottomed Girls has anything had me in such hysterics.
Oooooh you gonna take me home tonight.
Oooooh down beside that red firelight.
Oooooh you gonna give it all you got.
Fat-bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round.
Then something about
Left alone with big fat fatty
she was such a naughty natty
ooh big woman,
you made a fat boy outta me.
Nice to know even gay Queen appreciated our FAT HUMPS!!!!
LOLOL
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