It takes a special kind of man who can magically transform Creed's "With Arms Wide Open" to "With Legs Wide Open" out of the blue. I wanna hang out with this man. All the time.
We'll pass by a dog walker corralling no less than four dogs and he'll start belting out, "I like big mutts and I cannot lie/ you other brothers can't deny/ when a poodle walks in with an itty-bitty waist and a hairy paw in your face, you get sprung!" I'm laughing so hard, I have to cross my legs 'cause I don't wanna liz.
Or, maybe he'll bust out this choice nug when we're jammin' on burritos, "Tick tock/ get up/ stop. I wanna Mex you up!" Oh shit! I just did a spittake with my delicious Mexican Coke.
Maybe you had to be there, but take it from me, I LOVE when guys do this! Keep it up, you hysterical song lyric wizards.