Whip Somebody’s Ass

I’m About to Whip Somebody’s Ass

The ultimate stress reliever.

When things are going really bad at work… just remember to stop and sing this little song to feel much better.

Enjoy!

Lyrics:

I’m about to whip somebody’s ass
Oh, I’m about to whip somebody’s ass
Oh, if you don’t leave me alone
You’re gonna have to send me home
Cause i’m about to whip somebody’s ass



Champagne Taste (On a Beer Budget)

Home Free performs “Champagne Taste (On a Beer Budget)”.

Enjoy!

The other day, I checked my bank account
I could swear it was the wrong amount
And I didn’t understand ’cause
I’d been workin’ hard
For the life of me, I didn’t know where it went
I hadn’t even paid the rent
Then the Mercedes pulled up in the yard
Oh, lord, I should have seen it comin’
This time I’m in deep

Now I’m headin’ to the poorhouse
Or headin’ to jail
And if I end up there
I ain’t makin’ bail
And if it goes to court
I sure don’t have a case
‘Cause I ran out of money
Some time ago
But if you look at my wife
You’d never know
I’m afraid my baby’s got champagne taste
On a beer budget

Well. my throat dried up
And my heart just sunk
As she motioned me over
And popped the trunk
And I tried to ignore her absent-minded smile
And, boy, I was greeted by quite the crew
This Louis Vuitton and some Jimmy Choo
And that was just the fellas who were sittin’ on top of the pilei
I said, Baby, there’s a Walmart a block away
And I don’t think they sell these brands

Now I’m headin’ to the poorhouse
Or headin’ to jail
And if I end up there
I ain’t makin’ bail
And if it goes to court
I sure don’t have a case
‘Cause I ran out of money
Some time ago
But if you look at my wife
You’d never know
I’m afraid my baby’s got champagne taste
On a beer budget

All the bills are in my name
*All the bills are in his name*
They’re gonna haul my ass away
*They’re gonna haul his ass away*
And I won’t see her pretty face at all
*No-o-o*
‘Cause the prison ls nowhere near the mall

Now I’m headin’ to the poorhouse
Or headin’ to jail
And if I end up there
I ain’t makin’ bail
And if it goes to court
I sure don’t have a case
*Yee-haw*
‘Cause I ran out of money
Some time ago
But if you look at my wife
You’d never know
I’m afraid my baby’s got champagne taste
On a beer budget

Oh, oh

 

Home Free - Champagne Taste (On a Beer Budget)

 

Sally Starr Dies At Age 90

Sally Starr Dies At Age 90Philadelphia TV legend Sally Starr died today at age 90.

If you are between the ages of 35 and 60 and you grew up in the Philadelphia area, chances are you spent your afternoons watching Sally Starr. Her show came on right after school so you got to see Popeye and the Three Stooges every day.

R.I.P. Sally Starr
 

Sally Starr, the gun-totin’ cowgirl who rode a palomino with a silver saddle and introduced millions of children in the Philadelphia area to Popeye, Clutch Cargo, and the Three Stooges, died Sunday.

One of the most beloved celebrities in Philadelphia TV history, Miss Starr was an icon of the black-and-white era.

She died two days after her 90th birthday at the Berlin, Camden County, convalescent home where she lived, her former station, 6ABC, said in an online obituary.

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The Cup Song

Here is something that any gun lover will enjoy watching. Jim Huish, from “Ambers Drive”, performs “The Cup Song – Pitch Perfect WITH GUNS!”.

Enjoy!

Of the latest viral YouTube videos out of Utah during the holidays is one that truly reminds America of the state’s placement in the (still seemingly wild) west.

Jim Huish, a band member of Amber’s Drive — that predominately performs in Tennessee — happened to shoot a video near his hometown of Orem and is featured in “The Cup Song – Pitch Perfect with Guns!!!” doing just that. Singing the iconic song from “Pitch Perfect,” Huish put a new twist on the tune many have covered since 2012, but instead of utilizing cups, he brandishes an AR15, AK47, CZ75 and Walther P22.

Though the cold weather may have inhibited some of the firearms’ functionality, Huish’s rendition was a surefire way to attract attention.

Source…

 

The Cup Song

 

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