You gotta admit, we all have these guilty pleasures and things in life we just can’t help but love.
You might not admit it, but you secretly love it.
Like, some can’t help but love Twilight.
Some can’t help but love Snooki.
Some can’t help but love prunes.
Well, I’ve never hidden the fact that I love me some Snoop Dogg.
I don’t know why.
And really. It’s not all that feasible that a 42 year-old white girl like a puff-puff-pass rapper she has not one thing in common with.
But I think I like the dude because he keeps it real.
Snoop does not care if you agree with him or like him or even know him…he’s gonna keep it real.
(Apparently we’re on first name basis.)
(Or at least I am.)
(To him, I’m probably just that honky white bitch that keeps tweetin’ him.)
Yes. He’s got a song out: Young and Wild and Free
And damn if it ain’t stuck right up in my grey matter.
(I do listen to some hip hop. Don’t act like this shocks you.)
Aside from the toss-me-right-into-the-slammer-if-I’m-caught-doing-anything-mentioned-in-the-lyrics, it has a catchy little head-bobbing beat.
So, I’ve been head-bobbing.
And I’ve been rapping the hook of the song.
(Which is the same as the title.) (Over and over and over…very rap-ish-like.)
Which, in an instance (or is it ‘instant’?) I proved…ain’t wise to do together.
I updated my status and straight-up proved how douchey I can apparently be without even trying:
And that, my friends…is where the sucking at math comes in.
(Go on. I know some of y’all are gonna have to read it again.)
Secrets out: I can’t count.
And that smartness just oozes. Especially when I’m in public.
However, in the state of mind Snoop stays in…he would have never noticed.
Or called me out on it.
And that’s just one more reason I love me some Snoop Dogg.