Last night I was bumbling around in the kitchen, which my husband always finds entertaining.
I turned to him and said “Quit being amused at me, or I’m going to start singing ‘I Like Big Balls, Yo!‘”
“That’s a very good threat,” he remarked. “It’s both specific and credible.”
And he hadn’t even seen the video yet. Yo.
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