lizards, and cats, and dogs - oh my

heyo.  i'm sure everyone in all the land is happy that it's finally the weekend.  i'm less than impressed.  only because i work the whole weekend and that's literally nothing to be jazzed about.  but things have been bouncing around in my brain and there's really no rhyme or reason to any of them so it's kind of like "hi i'm just going to dump these thoughts here and make you think all my thoughts with me."
1// sometimes when i look at my desk at work and it's littered in papers that i may or may not have put there/know what they are/don't know where to start it kind of makes me want to just "file" them in the trusty recycling bin.  like a swooping motion of grand proportions where i'll be satisfied that i will never have to deal with the repercussions of my alternate way of filing.  and by repercussions i mean furious customers and/or getting fired. 2//  speaking of work.  it's been really hard not to respond to every single email i've received this week with the following picture:

3//  am i the only person in the whole entire world that's mostly excited that i got married because it means lower car insurance?  i swearsies that every girl i see is like ZOMG so excited for the pictures and shit but i'm all LOWER MY CAR INSURANCE RATES BITCH.

4// my work just announced they're doing a company wide picnic at the zoo.  and i'm freaking pumped.  i'm almost more pumped to be able to tell shitler that one of his lifelong goals will finally come to fruition (keep in my mind i was just informed of said goal this past monday).  what is it you ask?  getting annihilated wasted at the zoo.  and no - it's not like we need to wait until a company wide zoo function but hopefully work will just foot the bill for all the expensive beer shitler will cram down his gullet.  also - i got drunk at the zoo once upon time.   but i was responsible and smuggled my own vodka in and then mixed it into my zoo slushie in a bathroom stall.  LIKE AN ADULT.

5// so it was my birthday this week.  and no i'm not one of those that makes a giant deal out of it because there is literally no point in celebrating something that literally happens year after year after year and just propels you further towards old age and inevitable death.  so since i don't care about birthdays much at all i don't ever expect presents.  but then sometimes someone hands you two jars of pickles and you thank the heavens that you're one year older because it means someone gave you pickles as presents.  shitler said he bought me something.  and he also said that he ordered it like two days before my actual birthday.  and then he also assured me i would really like it and that it would be here sometime this week.  so then i got really excited and all GIMME GIMME GIMME.  but then he checked the order last night and it said not to expect said shipment until the week of june 9th.  WOMP WOMP WOMP.  also - this fucking asshole didn't get my anything.  which is rude.  see also: QUIT GAZING AT ME YOU GAZER.

6// lastly - i don't know where on the internet i found this picture but i need to know who this cat is and what level of ping pong playing skills he's working with.  because i will challenge him.

and now i must take leave of this space.  but first i leave you with this song.  because i wish i was back on boat belting it at the top of my lungs (also linking up with whitney).

doing things makes me tired

i had every intention of writing something worthwhile today. maybe even something with nice pictures even.
BUT then i got sucked into still trying to recuperate after getting back from mexico (and yes i know that was over a week ago).  but being that i got back late last wednesday night and then worked the two following days at my day job, then had the pleasure of being scheduled a closing shift at the restaurant (of which i didn't arrive home till almost 1AM), and then had to be up at 5AM the following morning and at my parents by 7AM so we could drive 45 minutes to my littlest brother's college commencement (where a stranger touched me and i wanted to scream STRANGER DANGER! MOM HELP ME!), and then had to hightail it the fuck out of that town and speed back home to change and shower my dogs with a brief moment of attention, and get my ass to a wedding with a replacement shitler.  which, in retrospect, is like way better because i totally like replacement shitler a lot more than actual shitler.

replacement shitler is also shitler's cousin

so naturally when it was gorgeous out on sunday here in wisconsin and every single person was ZOMG'ing about the sunshine i was holed up in my house with the curtains drawn, rocking back and forth, and muttering nonsense to myself.  kidding.  i was obsessing over season one of the americans and frantically trying to devour the vampire academy series (three cheers for young adult books that make me feel like i'm thirteen years old again).  and then i passed out at 8PM because i had to be up and on my way to chicago at the butt crack of dawn for a tradeshow.  but it was a tradeshow i literally just ate my way through.

so here we are.  it's like a slight recap of everything i wish i really hadn't been doing but was doing out of obligation but also some stuff i actually wanted to do.  does that make sense?  no?  whatever.

there are other stories that i would like to tell you.  like the time i probably for sure watched a dead man get dragged out of the ocean, and maybe also a story about a drunk-ish bridesmaid, and maybe also about a wedding photographer that spoke no english.

but in the meantime i figured i should take this blindingly white ass of mine (because unfortunately there was no nude beach in which to tan that sucker in while we were in mexico) and link up with whit.  for like old time's sake.

VD DAY. ER, V-Day

well it's v-day. in my mind i see VD day.  and i guess that's gross but it makes me laugh so i'm going to keep that.
aside from all the normal people hating v-day for all the normal reasons i hate it more-so because i'm forced to work at the shithole restaurant.  last year v-day landed on a day of the week i don't normally work (like thursday or some bullshit) so i was forced to give up a weeknight to wait tables and it made me rage hate v-day more than i normally do.  this year, v-day lands on a friday, which for all intents and purposes shouldn't make me so hateful.  but it does.  because a normal busy friday night is filled with parties and large bills and bigger tips.  but tonight it will be filled with two-tops (tables of two for those of you not in the biz) and the whole night will just be me and my fellow co-horts getting deuced to death with tabs no more than fifty doll hairs.
and the worst thing is that i can't go home after my shift and drink till i can't feel feelings and binge eat cheese fries.  instead i'll just eat steamed green beans and chug water till i "break the seal" and start going to the bathroom every five minutes and then in my mind i'll pretend i'm drunk and then i'll go in search of my mood health pills, take some, and pass out with robin hood: men in tights on in the background.
and that, ladies and gentleman, is how you do a sober, on-a-diet v-day.
p.s. i'm toying around with the idea of printing these out and casually handing them out to all the skanks tonight.

also this song.

on repeat.  with whit.

dixie chickens & tennessee lambs

i don't mean to toot my own horn or anything but today marks the fifth time this week that i've posted something.  as in - each day of the working week.  as in something that's unheard of round these parts because i'm a lazy, unmotivated piece of shit (on a good day).  
that being said i thought i would keep you kids apprised of the goings on here in wisconsin. it's still cold.  like frigidly so.  which is cool.

that's the lake shitler and i live on.  don't let the sky fool you.  it's cold as shit and i want to do nothing that involves me leaving the cocoon of blankets i create for myself on the daily.

i'm not even ashamed to admit that i'm possibly more excited for the announcement and ticket sale of the dave matthews band tour than i am for my own wedding.  but it's been two years since shitler and i went to one of the concerts and it makes my soul unhappy.  so naturally the best wedding gift ever on the face of the planet is someone telling you that that's what they're buying you.  perhaps shitler can get nice and close and he can get another shot like this.

i don't have much else to mention.

except i could eat an entire jar of jalapenos in a sitting.

i feel like that creature from LotR when i get my paws on a jar because i'm all:

sidenote - is anyone else obsessed with that goddamn jason derulo song "talk dirty?"

because i am and i often put it on repeat and then feel incredible shame for loving it.

but the 2 chainz part?  that shit is my jam and i just belt it out for all to hear.

especially this part:

so naturally here's the song.  because i'm terribly addicted.

also the link up with whit.

something to add to shitler's resume

FIRST - the blog got a makeover.  she deserved it.  she puts up with so much of my bullshit that every now and then she needs some pampering.  natalie from revel & design has some of the loveliest templates around and she did the damn thing for me and now the blog is
B-E-A-UTIFUL.  now that she wasn't before.  but you get it.
so anyway.  i have a semi-long thing to explain to you to get you to an exciting reveal. just hunker down and enjoy it.  or else.
so i don't know how people who don't have the average 9-5 jobs do it. like i know that's a kind of an insane thing to say because people are always like "ZOMG i wish i didn't have a 9-5 job" but your 9-5 enables you to know that you're getting a set paycheck on whatever pay schedule you're on.  i have to give major ups to people that are able to function with serving jobs or other jobs that don't guarantee a set amount of money at any given time.  i would lose my ever-loving shit having to constantly worry about how much i was or wasn't going to get the next time i worked.
which leads me to my point.  and there is one and it's not all that important. because shitler is a sub-contractor or a contractor or something like that.  back in the day he worked for a small home building company and then made the jump to flipping houses with a friend of his.  the agreement was that shitler would be paid a certain amount of money twice a month and once a house sold he would get a bonus (which hallelujah for the bonuses because they paid for a majority of our mexican wedding).  BUT the deal existed based on whether or not shitler was working on a house.  so for the last two months there have been no houses.  so there has been no money.  and shitler has filled his schedule with side jobs and whatnot in order to offset the fact that the set amount of money that we're used to having come in isn't coming in.  which blows.  so it's been touch and go on what amounts of money we have which forces me to have to actually work my scheduled shifts at the restaurant which i routinely try to get out of because of my inherent laziness.
so to make a long story short shitler called me the other day to let me know that the condo deal they were looking into is actually going to be a reality.  which means a two year commitment for shitler which means two years of knowing exactly how much money we will have coming in which is an overall win.  but it gets better.  because shitler is expected to do everything that needs to be done.  so over-hauling units, fixing odds and ends, etc.  and apparently there's some law in wisconsin that reads along the lines of if there's a public pool accessible to people that there needs to be a person that is certified, on hand, to take care of.  which means that that person would be shitler.  which means he would have to take a course and become certified in pool things.  which means, wait for it, THAT SHITLER WILL BE A POOL BOY.
i am legit dying over this.  like loving every minute.  like already shopping for speedos because i'm convinced that that's the official attire of any and all pool boys.  and shitler is all "i think you're confusing me cabana boy" and i'm like "WHATEVER THEY'RE ONE IN THE SAME.  WHAT COLOR SPEEDO DO YOU PREFER?"  
so really you guys.  this is the best news ever. because everyone wins because how would condo owners not want to see some hairy beast shocking their pool in a brightly colored speedo?
so his hairiness will look something like this but instead of those shorts he'll be donning a speedo.   preferably something obnoxious.  just like him.

and also if you need me i'll be belting out this song on repeat in my office cube because i can't stop and i won't stop.  whitney gets it.  the can't stopping and the won't stopping mainly.  probably also the elton.

a jumbled assortment

so last night i had the intention of writing something more awesome than normal.  but then i drank 1.75 bottles of wine, bought some party lite (because i had rewards that were going to expire so duh), and then passed out.  i may have also complained that i wasn't even feeling drunk after said 1.75 bottles of wine but i was drunk-ish enough to apparently put my check card someplace "safe" and then had a full-blown panic attack when i couldn't find it this morning.  how i think any place other than my wallet is a safe place for my check card is beyond me. so what i have for you today is a collection of random things from the past two weeks. i'm sorry in advance.

1// i'm not sure why i'm surprised each and every year when the temperature dips down below frigid.  i mean - it's wisconsin - land of the frozen tundra and whatnot.  but it has been like really, really super cold.  like zero fucking degrees.  like so cold that when you go outside it hurts to breath.  and also so cold that deadly icicles form outside the door and if you like don't hear from me suddenly please direct shitler to the icicle as the thing that murdered me.

2// mornings when i'm not hungover make me feel like that t-rex.  like back the fuck up world because i'm here to fuck shit up.  the other night (wednesday) i decided to drink boxed wine and i was misled because the box is deceiving and you don't know how much you're actually drinking and i over-served myself and then i got irrationally upset with shitler because he wouldn't take me to taco bell to get a taco when in reality i didn't even want a taco but apparently IT WAS THE PRINCIPLE.  so sorry shitler.  let's have tacos this weekend.

3// so my dad is on facebook.  and apparently likes boobs.  i just wasn't prepared to see that pop up in my facebook feed.  and in his defense front row amy is like a milwaukee brewers fixture so i'll let this slide this time GARY.  but i swear to god if he starts liking "big booty hoes" or some shit then i'm quitting facebook.

4// mac dizzle using his toy as a pillow.  what a doofus.  and really he only does that so murphy lee can't have it.  as dog parents we really failed at instilling "sharing is caring" to the boys.  we should probably start praying for whatever future spawn might come our way because they're screwed.

5// i fought snapchat for so long.  and i don't know why.  because i have one friend that sends the best snap chats with carefully drawn dicks and they make my whole entire world complete.  i like that he incorporated such a large penis in this picture of a wedding i was in.  i think it makes it more magical.  maybe the bride and groom want a copy of this one?

and DUH it's time for whitney.  and also jagged edge.  because how did i even forget about jagged edge?

why constant photo boothing would make my entire life better

i dare anyone to try and show me a terrible time has happened whenever there's a photo booth present. i mean a wedding you're at can be like the most tragic thing that's happening at that moment. like you can hate the couple, the chicken is dry, you probably think that's a pube in your potatoes au gratin but then you double take because you think that's a man setting up a photo booth and your night is made.
it goes something like this:

here's four reasons why the constant presence of a photo booth in my life would make it inexplicably better. 1// for the moments in your life when you need to know immediately how you can try to look sexy with an obnoxious top hat and polka dotted bow tie but it's only awkward and maybe someone is going to channel the remedial look - a photo booth would be great for that.

2// for any moment where large neon green glasses with no lenses and a man in a green wig and sombrero otherwise wouldn't pair well together (much to your chagrin) but a photo booth changes that.

3// for the moments in your life when things are so horribly damaged and you don't think they could get any worse but then you like discover a horse head and things are magically fixed.  but that wouldn't have happened without the presence of a photo booth.

4// for the moments in your life when you need to channel the '03 bonnie and clyde - HOV and B immediately and it needs to look like a mug shot - a photo booth is perfect for that.

whoop there it is. someone me get a photo booth.  pronto.  because i'm a huge fan - RIGHT SARAH? and this song.  it's everything.  and i'm obsessed with everything that bastille does.  everything.

just slow motion back your ass up to it.

regression: party of one

once upon a time we were a one dog household. and shannon and shitler saw that it was good.  so did murphy lee.

until one day when someone decided to show shannon an ad for delicious puppies in the local newspaper.

and for her puppy mother's day gift shitler agreed that they should get a second dog.

and so mac was born.

and it was then that shannon and shitler didn't realize what they had till it was gone.

i mean - don't it always seem to go that you don't know what you've got till it's gone?

as in a delightfully well-behaved dog.  i.e. murphy lee.

because it was mac who came barreling in like the destroyer of all the things.

and as the years went by his antics got less and less cute because he no longer looked like this:

but lately he's been out of control.

and by out of control i mean more tampon eating till he shits out whole tampons, ingesting pieces of toys till he pukes them up, and on more than one occasion in the last two weeks having explosive diarrhea in our bed.
it's fucking madness.

and murphy lee is all:

but it's impossible not to love that naughty son of a bitch.

because raging boners and all that guy is my ride or die bitch.

basically this is the antithesis of sarah's fan friday.  because ya - i'm a fan of my dogs.

but like no - i'm not a fan of of the vomit inducing messes he's been leaving around the hizzle.

whatever.

i like this song.  what up whitty.

it's only a matter of time before shitler destroys me

i'll get to that title.

but in the meantime. eight hours. that's the only thing that stands between me and getting my camp on. it's that time of the year again - our 5th annual pinewoods camping celebration.  where we destroy the natural landscape of our camp site, drink our faces off, and generally behave like animals. here's a quick collage of years past to give you a general idea.

and yes - that's shitler with a chain saw.  and also the bonging of the boxed wine.

so ya - work can blow me because it's the very last thing in the world i want to even think about right now.

i say that not only because of the camping but also because i did alcohol shopping last night and it's all still in the back of my truck so it's hard to overcome the temptation that i know is waiting for me out in the parking lot.

so.close.

i bet the entire blog universe is going to be dominated by all things football and i'm going to mention it below so feel free to click out now but to warn you i have a delightful meme at the very end of this post so you might just want to buck up, endure the football talk, and then get rewarded with the meme.

fantasy football + NFL redzone = one happy kitten.  and that kitten is me.  and also shitler.

basically you don't bother the shitler household on a sunday.  like you can come over and drink with us but like shut your goddamn mouth and don't even ask to change the channel to watch some other game in its entirety you idiot.  #QUADBOX and also i love scott hanson.  but ok the point of this is that shitler and i participate in a fantasy league together every year with a bunch of our other degenerate friends called the "pool of tears" and basically shitler has won every single year.  he's a fantasy monster and i think if it were possible to actually live off of fantasy football related things he would.  i'm not even kidding.  he scooped up sproles before anyone actually knew who the fuck sproles was and he laughs his way to the championship each year because he just knows his shit and whenever the week comes that i have to play i pray to the fantasy football gods that his first pick quarterback is on a bye and he won't spank me too much.

this is what shitler did to his opponent last night (and thankfully it wasn't me).

are.you.kidding.me. and naturally since it's friday and i'm actually posting i'm going to link up with whit. and this song because it's our camping theme song because we sing it like a bunch of drunk hyenas and be all "WE 'GON RUN PINEWOODS TONIGHT."

AND i'm also going to do the damn thing with sarah because i mentioned fantasy football and how i am a fan of it so basically that qualifies.
AND IT'S MEME TIME.

catch you on the flip.  ghost ride the whip.

trying to keep it up

i'm going to do this thing called posting. and it's going to be weird.

1// shitler is pumped for all the various gun accessories he can buy for the new whip.  and i hate to admit that i don't even mind the look of a damn gun rack in betty.  i'm not sure what that says about me.
2// slight rant - hulu can lick my balls.  i'm constantly having problems with it.  either none of the episodes i want to actually watch even load or every time you try to find an episode that you would like to watch you're faced with the problem of practically finding a needle in a haystack.  so basically i've come to an impasse during my enjoyment of scandal and new girl.  until netflix came riding in like a knight in shining armor to save me scandal season 2 on streaming.  holler at your girl netflix because i'm totally buying us BFF necklaces.
3// since getting betty i have officially been in car washes more in a two week span than i have my entire life.  and i have a favorite one (and no it's not shitler's because that one is 45 minutes away).  but it's the one that has the thirty-seven different colored soaps they spray onto your car and then i feel like popping in a grateful dead cd and maybe mixing myself a mushroom/LSD/marijuana cocktail and have myself a car party.
4//  speaking of betty.  those smelly gross things i call my dogs aren't allowed in any place other than in the way back seat in a little place we like to call DOGGY JAIL.  i would like to confine all that dog hair to one section of the vehicle and i certainly don't need mac's boner rubbing all over all the seats.
5//  i started re-reading one of my all.time.favorite books.  if you haven't read sharp objects than i suggest you stop everything you're doing today and get cracking on it.  it's the same author of gone girl and in my opinion sharp objects is a bajillion times better (if that's even possible) and it's so supremely fucked up which in turn makes it so amazingly good.
so there.  five things i'm high-fiving. and most of them were about the newish car.  how lame.
sidenote - i feel like i've put backing dat azz up on the back burner.  which is never fun and super frowned upon.
but there's no time like the present.  so here we go whit.

make it rain

do you ever, like out of the blue, have some sort of epiphany (and yes i'm aware that's basically the definition of an epiphany but cut me some slack i had to work like a whole full week of work this week)?
well it happened this morning.  because it's payday friday and i did a fucking jig in my cube because i finally had money again and i didn't have to play bank account roulette anymore where you like go buy stuff and just hope to god that your check card isn't declined.  which then made me feel bad about myself because i was going to be semi-rich for like a hot minute before all my money went to all those stupid bills and then i would be back to playing bank account roulette again (which, FYI, is exhilarating but just ends up stressing me out).
so i said to myself "shan - maybe you should add up all the bills to just see where the fuck it's all going."  so i did. each student loan payment, the obnoxious cable bill, the frivolous cell phone bill, the credit cards, etc.  and then i added up our paychecks.  and then i did some basic subtracting (and i did it twice because math is not my forte) and i couldn't help but sit there and be like "what.the.actual.shit."  and by that i mean there's money left over.  a substantial amount of money.  so why are we always broke?  and why are we always living pay check to pay check?  and why is that sometimes i have to float that rent check and then just hope the landlord doesn't cash it and then when he calls because it's late i just want to be like "DUDE WE'RE GOOD FOR IT RELAX. but please don't evict us."
because it's the story of our lives.  but then i got all wax poetic up in this joint and was like "NO - the buck stops here.  because i'm sick of being so, so terribly broke and can we just be only semi-broke?"  and for drama's sake can we imagine i'm like moses receiving the ten commandments from god on the top of mount sinai (only not really)?  

because we have actual real-life adult shit that we're going to have start paying for in the near future.
like some stupid wedding.  and also a car that wasn't manufactured in the early 90s.  and maybe someday really put our big girl panties (shitler too) and like buy a house or something.  and that shit is intimidating and probably is going to happen sooner than later so maybe it's time to make smarter financial decisions now.
so here.  here are some things i'm going to do/stop doing in order to try and not be broke.
1. not buy everything i want. like hundreds of dollars worth of books.  or jewelry that i don't need because i'm already hoarding enough jewelry to stock a fucking claire's.  
2. drink at home (more). the possibilities are endless for home-drinking.  i feel like i could get real fancy for less money and just get trashed-face at home.  PLUS home-drinking eliminates those DUIs, DWIs, OWIs and i hear those can get costly.
3. shop the bargains. aldi's will become my new best friend and if isn't on sale then it doesn't get purchased.

4. start a savings account. stick with me because this was hard to type without laughing because i feel like i've never had an actually successful savings account.  but it can't hurt to try?
5. get people to give me money (and have to do nothing in return). i haven't thought this one all the way through yet.  give me some time.
but that's enough serious bullshit for one day (but also if you do want to just give me money and in exchange i'll do absolutely nothing just drop me an email).
oh ya - duh. #backthatazzup Friday!

i dedicate this post to dick stuff

if you're reading this it means that i've traveled through the night by bus to the state of minneapolis to be with my most favorite person in all the land.  the girl who lazy'd her way through college with me, who binge drank with me, and made questionable questions since the very day that we met (which, if you were wondering, was the first night of college and she happened to get ghost face wasted and puke all over her brand new roommate's bed and then i cleaned it up and then obviously the rest was history). but i digress. bitch is getting married. and this weekend is her bachelorette and i can't wait to shower her in all the dick paraphernalia i bought for her and also force her to wear the dick tutu i crafted in order to make her hate herself.

but whatever.  it's friday.  and i'm not working so i'm probably drinking.

let's get to the good shit.  the high fives of the week.

1// murphy lee just killlllllllllllling it with that look.

2// i'll fully admit to the nerdiness of tweeting a weather picture, and then having a local weather person tweet me asking if he could use the picture, and then the picture totally ends up on the local news.  ignore me.  i'm a freak.

3// someone let me and shitler have a baby for three hours.  EVERYONE MADE IT OUT ALIVE.

4// in discussing spirit animals and which ones we were whit managed to nail it with this mash-up.

5// on monday i discovered tiny empty and full bottles of booze in my purse.  purse booze - FOR THE WIN.

and in honor of whit and the fact that she's still drunk from her birthday yesterday we will bend over to the front, touch our toes, and get low.  for #backthatazzupfriday i want to mellow it out a bit with a little r&b and a little mario.
mainly in honor of my best friend in the whole entire world (that devil in the blue dress from up top - nikkipants).

free lap dances here

so like maybe it's friday.  and maybe i'm excited because hello i just have to work tonight and then i get to go cruising down a river all day tomorrow and just get shit drunk.  and i just want to do that all the time.  so maybe we should all just retire and pool our money together to buy some sort of house boat with a giant hot tub and a hot captain and first mate that will just navigate the waters for us while we pop bottles.

who.is.with.me.

BUT ANYWAY we can get to planning more of that later.  in the mean time we high-five things, pay homage to all the big booty hoes of the world, and watch videos on repeat.

1// i'm not even going to apologize for posting that picture.  because in my defense if i had to suffer through it then so do all of you.  because shitler not only sent it to me when i was at the gym causing me to almost fall off the treadmill but he also posted it on facebook, tagged me in it, and captioned it with "someone's excited for mommy to get home."  we suffer together blog friends.

2// speaking of the gym.  i went three times.  hated each of those three times.  i hope in the future there will be the type of technology that allows people to diet and exercise on someone else's behalf and then that lazy person that's not doing anything will just reap all the benefits.  in a perfect world, right?

3// if someone tells you to roast corn and then mix it with goat cheese and then put it into quesadilla form and top it with green onions and salsa verde - fucking do it.

4// all signs point to a healthy and joyful relationship.

5// i've said before that mac is freakishly obsessed with me.  which, in turn, annoys shitler because basically whenever i'm around it's as though shitler isn't even on mac's radar.  i think this is shitler possibly saying "WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME?"

i'm not going to reveal the amount of times i've re-watched techno jeep but i've spent an obscene amount of time mentally drafting my techno jeep team.

i wanted to go back into my high school music vault for a song that would make my parents proud. plus who doesn't want free lap dances and who doesn't love n.e.r.d.? let the backing up of my azz begin.  holler back whit.