you know you're hopelessly gay when...

... as you're driving to work one morning, Jennifer Lopez is breathing this in a come-hither sex-kitten tone:

you know i know you like it,
let me hit you on your Sidekick,
coz the afterparty's at my body,
meet me you're invited.

and as you're listening to this really inappropriate invitation the only thought that crosses your mind is:

"mhmmm.... Sidekick, I'd like to get me some of that. rroowrr."



...



Actually, come to think of it, that doesn't make me gay so much as it makes me a flat-out nerd. A nerd in need of some serious booty (again, booty meaning treasure meaning gadgets meaning expensive-electronic-hardware-I-use-to-fill-the-void-of-my-non-existent-love-life).

As Chandler would say, "Could you be any nerdier?"





p.s. - Hello LL Cool J's Abs, the afterparty is at my body, and you're definitely invited. Bring Pecs and Biceps along too... and Butts, definitely bring Butts along. Hotter than a shot of Cuervo indeed.

p.p.s. - I'm not dissing this song or anything, in fact I really like it. Before it was overplayed to death on the radio and mtv it really brightened my day whenever I hear it in the car. Great for grooving, although I notice that motorists are parking further and further away from me during red light stops. Whaddup wit dat dog?