I wrote a post on Facebook to this girl I sorta met last night. Now I can't get this song out of my head:
Chorus:Teenage Mutant Ninja ProstituteTeenage Mutant Ninja ProstituteTeenage Mutant Ninja ProstituteHarlots that are half-dressedHarlot Power!!!They're the world's most fearsome fighting team (Teenage Mutant Ninja Prostitute)They're harlots that are half-dressedand they're mean! (Teenage Mutant Ninja Prostitute)When the evil 'Pimpin' attacksThese whoring girls don't cut em no slack Teenage Mutant Ninja ProstituteTeenage Mutant Ninja ProstituteTeenage Mutant Ninja ProstituteHarlots that are half dressed. Harlot Power!!!
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I know that was random. Here's my facebook post that inspired it.
Dear Black Girl That I Met Last Night,
I really enjoyed meeting you yesterday. Sometimes when fate puts two people in the same place, magic can happen. That's how I describe not running over you with my car when you decided to jaywalk across the street even though I had the light and then not speed up your pace when I obviously didn't see you because you were walking across a dark street dressed like a Thundercat on your way home from your job which I assume is either Black Power Ranger (It's morphin time!) or Teenage Mutant Ninja Lady of the Night. I felt like we shared something special last night, and no, it wasn't that heated exchange as you cursed me out like I did something wrong. The magic that I'm talking about can only be described as God's love. It was either that or the fear of going to prison that prevented me from reversing back down the street and running over you and your outstretched middle finger as you cursed me out while completely oblivious to the bus that was also about to hit you. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I felt it too. Til we meet again...Ordale.
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