My lovely lady lump
My hump, my hump, my hump
... and Mister 14 brought his score up by 40 points, and Ms. Forty-something scored a hundred. Ms. N., working hard with her head practically pressed against the eMac's Harman Kardons, pulled off a 94. I think I'm happier about it than she is. If Ms. N. can get 94/100 on a math test while being bombarded by
All that junk inside your trunk
then I guess I'm gonna have to develop a tolerance for hip-hop. Or get some earplugs.