YAY!!
Done with exams! Now, I can stop neglecting my blog….
1950s lyrics: splishin and a-splashin, one time i was splishin and a-splashin. ooh, i was movin and a-groovin. yeah, i was splishin and a-splashin.
1960s lyrics: he hit me and it felt like a kiss. he hit me and i knew he loved me. if he didn't care for me, i could have never made him mad. but he hit me and i was glad.
1970s lyrics: my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling. my ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling, i want to play with my ding-a-ling.
2012 lyrics: i'm pimpin where i'm winnin, thats just how i’m chillin. i'm smokin grits and sellin chickens, corvette painted lemons.
EVERY DECADE HAS BAD LYRICS NOW GET OVER YOURSELVES YOU INSUFFERABLE DOUCHEBAGS
Ah, The Borgias…
Between Machiavelli and Caesar trolling and the bad-assery of Caterina Sforza, not forgetting the panther business with Lucrezia and the return of Juan, this was one crazy episode.
And I loved it.
See what I mean?!
melissalynnette:
Juan brought a mother fucking panther for his sister.
He’s a boss.
Re-blogging for the tags…haha!
