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The Red Baron wrote:Can ye buy your tea on ebay,Iam starving and shes gone out

Only if you like eating mobile phones and mp3 players 

Im quite partial to a ipod baguette though!!!

Garymac wrote:What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, u drunk,
Get you love drunk off hump.
My hump, x10

Check it out
I drive these brothers 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
Karan they be sharin’
All their money got me wearin fly gear but I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t takin’
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 gonna 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 ?
All that inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cause 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.
and 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,up 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 ?
All that inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u 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’.
Ooh spendin all your money on me and spendin’ time on me
She’s got me spendin’.
ooh Spendin’ all your money on me, up on me, on me.

The Black eyed Peas People with my humps,

Bob Dylan must be sh!tting himself 

that should be in the 'most pointless songs ever'

does me head in


anyway, morning gary, morning all 

cisses_gona_get_ya wrote:Anyone know whats happened to that sarcasm topic It needs bumping 
And I cant find it.

id be really upset if you cant find it
(sarc)