Tuesday, March 17, 2009

to the popper of hips


Pop, pop, pop, pop. Pop those hips side to side. Move your short legs as fast as you can but continue to pop, pop, pop, pop those hips. See the swing. It’s more mesmerizing than my own feminine walk. You’re in a festive mood today wearing the emerald green. I can just picture you later on tonight having pints of Guinness and car bombs in celebration of ol’ St. Pats. The definition of your upper body is spectacular. It doesn’t at all lead to speculations of you somewhat having a slightly lower self-esteem because of your height. Your charms are endearing, your smile is as bright as any sunshine, and your kindness breathless. So continue to pop, pop, pop, pop those hips. No they don’t make you seems the slightest bit gay. Pop, pop, pop, pop. Pop those hips side to side. I say these things purely out of love. There is no malice in any of my words. Pop, pop, pop, pop those hips.

3 comments:

Shannon said...

I love your blog. Also, you are fabulous and should never feel self conscious for being short!

March 17, 2009 at 12:04 PM
Chupa Chups said...

haha. I wasn't blogging about me. I was blogging about some short guy here in the office. haha.

March 18, 2009 at 4:05 PM
Babe in Babeland said...

You make me smile. :-)

March 21, 2009 at 12:40 AM
 

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