Lollerskates.

[if thats a new word for you (lollerskates), check this: Lollerskates, last part of the entry]

So I was sittin in my neat’n'tidy house a few nights ago, listening to a new Ludacris song that’s been making its first rounds on the rap radio stations of this fair land. It’s officially called Money Maker, by Ludacris feat. Pharrell.

Not sure why it is, but when I hear a new song, and I like it, I like to listen to it over and over. and over and over. and then 7 more times.

So I’m listening to this song, and this section comes up:

Ludacris:
you can invite over as many friends as ya’want to
but I really want you
just be thankful pharrell gave you somethin’ to bump to
hey
luda!
I’m at the top of my game
you want my hands from your bottom to the top of ‘ya frame

Pretty standard rap lyrics. You know (or maybe you don’t, but now you do): “hey, your hot, bring your friends, im awesome, can I touch your butt please.”

So anyway, I’m listening to the song, and right after the “just be thankful pharrell gave you somethin’ to bump to” line, I hear Heather go, “thaaaanks Pharell.” in roughly the same tone as a 5 year old who’s been told by their parental unit they must say thanks to so-and-so for giving them a cookie. She completely caught me off guard, and is awarded one ownage point (as if she needed more).

lollerskates.

FL: Upside Down Room – “huh.” [that's a huh of acknowledgement, not a huh of questioning.]