January 2011
9 posts
“My hand slipped into your hand. And it was awesome. And you were special.”
– Muscles
Yeah. Oh, yeah.
I miss The Wedding Singer
Sammy: No one tells you how you ought to live. No one glares when you do jello shooters.
All: Jello
Sammy: No one tells you you're insensitive cause her birthday meal took place at Hooters.
All: Hooters
Sammy: No one tells you that your bald spot's grown. Or that you ought to tone your flab.
All: Tone your flab!
Sammy: So pour a double gin! Here's to your double chin!
All: Let's that the party, start a tab.
Sammy: Cause you're
All: Single
Sammy: You are
All: Single
Sammy: And you'll keep staying single if you're smart
Guys: If you are smart
Sammy: Yeah, you're single. You are single. No chick will ever moonwalk on your heart.
Guys: Moonwalk on your heart
Sammy: Trust me
All: This is when the good times really start
Happy
birthday to me.
