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Presented here without commentary, the song that captured the hearts of the Louisiana House of Representatives, “Halle Berry (She’s So Fine).”

Thank you, Hurricane Chris, for teaching us to laugh about love… again.

Halle Berry (She’s So Fine)

She fine den a bitch, ass and her tits
Thick in tha hips every nig want her
Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry
Halle Berry, Halle Berry
She walkin like a model
Hands on your knees
Scrub the ground
She ain’t nothing but a tease
Halle Berry, Halle berry
Halle Berry, Halle berry

Well let’s get ratchet
Lets get ratchet
Look at her prettier then Halle and thicker than Janet
She say she like all of my club bangers I be jamming
Told her to bust it open let me see whats really happnin
She the ship and I’m the captain
I’m tha captain
Booty bigger than the pus

And I’m all the way in your city
I’m from Louisianna so you gotta show me how your city
Do it for that camera
Make it drop and bring it back to the top
I’m no amateur
Girl you can give it to me it ain’t nothing I cant handle
She just got out of the shower smellin’ like a scented candle
And I’m finna finna ?
Sliding off tha mattress
No moving no acting baby this is real action
Beat it up so bad
You be scared to walk past me
I know you’re Halle Berry
Baby there’s no acting
I beat it up so bad
You be scared to walk past me for real

She fine den a bitch ass and her tits
Thick in tha hips every nig want her
Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry
Halle Berry, Halle Berry
She walkin’ like a model
Hands on your knees
Scrub the ground
She ain’t nothing but a tease
Halle Berry, Halle Berry, Halle Berry
Halle Berry, Halle Berry

Halle Berry you jazze
That’s way past fine
Girl you look like something that should be on tha dance line
Incredible by tha waist
Pluss she got a pretty face
Even tho she got class she listen to UGK
I’m finna flip her through traffic
With tha top back of tha donk
Girl I guarantee I can make you go numb numb numb numb
I got enough bread to take me and you to London
And back to America and all over the country
She make me want to keep her close by
Like a side kick
She tha type of chick that ain’t gone never look sloppy
I’mma beat it out the frame
Hurricane that’s who I be
You must be Halle Berry
I don’t need to see your ID

She fine den a bitch ass and her tits
Thick in tha hips every nig want her
Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry
Halle Berry, Halle Berry
She walkin like a model
Hands on your knees
Scrub the ground
She aint nothing but a tease
Halle Berry, Halle Berry
Halle Berry, Halle Berry

Gone bob your head
Gone work your shoulder
Now what I just said girl do it on tha d
Age ain’t shi
I done got a lil older
Me or you man baby girl take a pic
Which one
She so classy, Shes so jazzy
Lil momma blow like a
Do it on tha d
She don’t need no help
She say she got it
She do it all by her self
Get so fine
Like a god damn ticket
Gave her a hickey
In order for a nig like me to spend cash
You gotta bounce like shocks in your ass
You, bed, ass, work
Start slow faster
Mr. Halle Berry
Mr. take your bitch
Take her from tha club
To tha car to tha d

Superstar

She fine den a bitch ass and her tits
Thick in tha hips every nig want her
Call her Halle Berry, Halle Berry
Halle Berry, Halle Berry
She walkin like a model
Hands on your knees
Scrub the ground
She aint nothing but a tease
Halle Berry, Halle Berry, Halle Berry
Halle Berry, Halle Berry

Goddamn, what a fucking day.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/us_obit_michael_jackson

I still say his best album was Off the Wall.  And he still had his real nose, too.

Did the world’s greatest guitar player indeed choke on his own vomit by accident, or was he murdered for life insurance?

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/news/hendrix-murdered-by-his-manager-says-former-aide-1693583.html

The AP lists them as a comedy duo, but I recall they were more a musical team than comedy-based.

Back in the day the Hager Twins were a regular feature on Hee Haw, that hayseed-but-produced-in-Los-Angeles show that was required watching in Southern households.

I baaaaaaaarely remember a few members of my family (including myself) going to see them live at some local function.  I was very, very small.

http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/O/OBIT_JON_HAGER?SITE=AP&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT&CTIME=2009-01-09-21-45-42

From Live A Little, Love A Little:

http://www.theradio.com/

Is the Internet awesome, or what?

Here’s the California Guitar Trio doing the old Pink Floyd song “Echoes,” off their album Meddle.

As a kid, this song caused me to trip out a couple of years before I ever took my first hit off of a joint.

(Warning: Over ten minutes long and extremely trippy.)