Dean and I were sitting in the car tonight, waiting for Chris, who had some last minute primping to do (his real name is Christina, shhh, don't tell anyone). Our conversation was magical and ridiculous, like it always is, and I was thankful that for once, it didn't evolve around Donkey Kong or the damn Wii.
Dean: I like to move it, move it, I like to move it move it... (out of no where)
Me: Oh, you remember that movie? (cue Madagascar)
Dean: Yeah, why does he like to move it, move it?
Me: well, uh...I don't know, it's just a song from a movie, he likes to dance. (and then I start singing) I like to move it move it, I like to move it move it.
And then I turn on the radio, and uh, that song is playing, like right there and then.
What are those lotto numbers baby?