• Pour any amount of sugar on anyone.
  • Think that a black fly in my chardonnay is ironic.
  • Know that I am a shooting star.
  • Call anyone — for whom I may or may not act as a bodyguard — by the name “Al”.
  • Attempt any amount of tenderness.
  • Know when to hold and / or fold them.
  • Rock the Kasbah.
  • Walk in an Egyptian manner.
  • Get it on and / or bang a gong.
  • Raise my hands in the air and wave them as if there are no consequences.

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  1. When I listen to K-Fed’s CD I tend to waive my hands in the air because I really just don’t care!

  2. Shit, I do most of these things every day. Whas up witchoo?

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