Ms. New Booty
9 Dec
Seriously, I got nothing today, folks. People need to send in some advice column letters or something (hint, hint).
In lieu of my normal hilarity, please enjoy this commercial that I saw on television the other day. Mr. Bee and I have watched it repeatedly and pretty much pee ourselves (and each other – don’t ask) every single time.
Behold, the Booty Pop.
Song title: Ms. New Booty by Bubba Sparxxx
My friend (yes – I have only one but she is AWESOME) is now a loyal reader of your blog.
My life is a veritable cornucopia of subject matter…feel free to pick and choose: Ethnic atheist halfy marries into pale (some so white they have NO pigment) Mormon family – let the hilarity ensue. ANY flight I have ever taken in my life – including my personal favorite involving a very bumpy landing in Vegas, girl next to me explodes CHUNDER, thankfully into the chunder bag, but due to the bumpy landing, that bag is SWAYING VIOLENTLY back and forth inches from my arm..oh the agony…that thing is NOT gonna hold…)
The only thing I can say about this product is what if you are getting freaky-deaky with a new guy you’ve met and once he gets your pants off, how are you going to explain that one to him? Um- hello? Yep, my ass is fake- sorry!
I can’t even deal with this. I was cracking up. Also, I can’t believe that not only does it exist, but it’s called booty pop. HA!