
Now, red solo cup is the best receptical
For barbecues, tailgates, fairs, and festivals
And you, sir, do not have a pair of testicles
If you prefer drinkin' from glass
Hey, red solo cup is cheap and disposable
And in fourteen years, they are decomposable
And unlike my home, they are not foreclosable
Freddy Mac, can kiss my ass
Whoo!
Red solo cup
I fill you up
Let's have a party
Let's have a party
I love you, red solo cup
I lift you up
Proceed to party
Proceed to party
Now, I really love how you're easy to stack
But I really hate how you're easy to crack
'Cause when beer runs down in front of my pack
Well, that, my friends, is quite yucky
But I have to admit that the ladies get smitten
Admirin' at how sharply my first name is written
On you with a Sharpie when I get to hittin' on them to help me get lucky
Red solo cup
I fill you up
Let's have a party
Let's have a party
Belated, but Happy Birthday Kid!
ReplyDeleteI don't think Darcy and the red cup get along.
ReplyDeleteLOL!
ReplyDeleteThank you. :)
Happy Birthday Darcy.
ReplyDeleteHot beautiful MLF.
I think you missing a letter there Titus.
ReplyDeleteHa! I'm the only one of youse who remembered Darcy's birthday was yesterday and said Happy Birthday to her on her real birthday, sheesh only a woman remembers such things. Men, bah.
ReplyDeleteNuh uh.
ReplyDeleteI wished her happy birthday!
OK Blake, you're excused.
ReplyDeleteIIRC, this was Darcy's b-day wish from the other day:
ReplyDeleteI kind of want my DDs back.
I had intended to volunteer to try to find them and bring 'em back, but that woman in the pic has already searched where I would've.
Anyway, buon compleanno to the Sweetheart of Trooper Chi.
It wasn't my birthday wish, Mr. Mastroianni. But thanks for the thought and for...erm, looking! Heh. ;-)
ReplyDeleteAnd y'all are sweet. Thank you.
I had a really nice birthday. I got up and ran 3 miles and then had some cake for lunch and sushi and wine for dinner with my lovely sister Moira.
I don't feel older! I still feel like a 16 year old sometimes, at heart. And I don't act much older, I know. ;-)
Thanks for putting up with my silliness here.
Happy Birthday the day before yesterday, Darcy!
ReplyDeletehappy belated BD Miss Darcy--I am one of the guys who do poorly at remembering birthdays
ReplyDeleteMany happy returns of the day.
ReplyDeleteHey Troop - J now posts as Perezozo - you need to delete him.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Girl. Who gets to spank you? He better be spank worthy!
ReplyDeleteI won't ask you how old you are, but, how many candles were there?
ReplyDeleteThanks, you guys.
ReplyDeleteNo spankings. Dang it. :)
And Allen, I am 49. Boo! I don't want to grow up! Do I have to?
Darcy, you have to keep counting birthdays, the alternative isn't acceptable. One of those magic numbers next year.
ReplyDeleteHappy (belated) Birthday, Darcy!
ReplyDeleteTo stay young at heart, you have to have a good one to start with. From all I've seen, you have no problem in that department ;-)
J aka Pezezos is getting slightly more intelligible. I think he's suggesting this.
ReplyDeleteOh look! He pussied out!
ReplyDeleteThank you for deleting your comments Perezozo/J as your participation is not welcome here. Your comments will be deleted and you opinions are not valued. Please take your business to the Althouse blog where you a valued and cherished commentor.
ReplyDeleteHappy Belated Birthday to Darcy.
ReplyDeleteTroop posted the Red Solo Cup song that my boss loves so much. Cool.