As part of Sing London, the Avenue Q cast sang in Dress Circle. Trekkie – Simon Lipkin Kate – Jacqui Sanchez Nicky – Chris Thatcher Yellow Bear – Naana Agyei-Ampadu
I don’t know what the fuck is up with Louisianna, I do know that I’ve been there before and never wanted to fuckin’ leave, and the case in fuckin’ point is that some dude named Hurricane Chris was asked to come sing his song “Halle Berry ” in the House of Representatives during some Louisianna State Legislature session, whatever the fuck that means, I just know I wish that bitch on the right was doin a little less head bobbin and a little more booty talking. This is massively weird and out of fuckin’ context and that’s what makes me believe that anything is fuckin’ possible… Here’s the lyrics in case you weren’t sure what they were talking about at this very important political gathering… Lyrics to She’s Fine : Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Hurricane Bow bow Bow bow bow Bow bow Bow bow bow Bum bum bum Bum bum bum Bum bum bum Bum bum bum She fine den a bitch, ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle berry Halle Berry, Halle berry She walkin like a model Hands on your knees Scrub the ground She ain’t nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle berry Halle Berry, Halle berry Well let’s get ratchet Let’s get ratchet Look at her prettier then Halle and thicker than Janet She say she like all of my club bangers I be jamming Told her to bust it open let me see what’s really happnin She the ship and I’m the captain I’m tha captain Booty bigger than the pus And I’m all the way in your city I’m from louisianna so you gotta show me how your City do it for that camera Make it drop and bring it back to the top You no amateur Girl you can give it to me it ain’t nothing I can’t handle She just got out of the shower smellin like a scented candle And I’m finna finna? Sliding off tha mattress No moving no acting baby this is real action Beat it up so bad You be scared to walk past me I know your halle berry Baby there’s no acting I beat it up so bad You be scared to walk past me for real She fine den a bitch ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle berry Halle Berry, Halle berry She walkin like a model Hands on your knees Scrub the ground She ain’t nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle berry, Halle berry Halle Berry, Halle berry Halle berry you jazze That’s way past fine Girl you look like something that should be on tha dance line Increadable by tha waist Pluss she got a pretty face Even tho she got class she listen to UGK I’m finna flip her through traffic With tha top back of tha donk Girl I gaurntee I can make you go numb numb numb numb I got enough bread to take me and you to London And back to America and all over the country She make me want to keep her close by Like a side kick She tha type of chick that ain’t gone never look sloppy I’m a beat it out the frame Hurricane that’s who I be You must be Halle berry I don’t need to see your Id She fine den a bitch ass and her tits Thick in tha hips every nig want her Call her Halle Berry, Halle berry Halle Berry, Halle berry She walkin like a model Hands on your knees Scrub the ground She ain’t nothing but a tease Halle Berry, Halle berry Halle Berry, Halle berry Gone bob your head Gone work your shoulder Now what I just said girl do it on tha dick Age ain’t shit I done got a lil older Me or you man baby girl take a pic Whitch one She so classy, Shes so jazzy Lil momma blow like a Do it on tha dick She don’t need no help She say she got it She do it all by her self Get so fine Like a god damn ticket Gave her a hickey In order for a nig like me to spend cash You gotta bounce like shocks in your ass You, bed, ass, work Start slow faster Mr.
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Hurricane Chris Performs for the Government of the Day
If you thought your bitch wife was high maintenance because she packed 5 pounds over the airline limit, or because it takes her an hour to get ready everytime you leave the fucking house, be happy she’s not a budding young starlet, or a weathered up diva, or even a bitch who thinks she’s fuckin’ Mariah Carey, because this level of work that goes into a trip to London pretty much disgusts me, seriously.
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Mariah Carey’s Luggage Arrives in London of the Day
I fingered a fat chick on the dancefloor because fat chicks are easy and because I have no standards when I’m in the mood to drunken molest.
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From the stepFORUM of the Day
