This is What the Internet Was Made For
to Sir Mix-A-Lot's "Baby Got Back" translated into Latin:
I like big butts and I cannot lie
magnae clunes mihi placent, nec possum de hac re mentiri.
(Large buttocks are pleasing to me, nor am I able to lie concerning this matter.)
u other brotherz can't deny
quis enim, consortes mei, non fateatur,
(For who, colleagues, would not admit,)
when a girl walks in with a itty, bitty, waist
cum puella incedit minore medio corpore
(Whenever a girl comes by with a rather small middle part of the body)
and a round thing in ur face u get sprung
sub quo manifestus globus, inflammare animos
(Beneath which is an obvious spherical mass, that it inflames the spirits)
want to pull up tough
virtute praestare ut velitis
(So that you want to be conspicuous for manly virtue)
cuz u noticed that butt was stuck
notantes bracas eius
(noticing her breeches)
beef to the jeans shes wearing
clunibus profunde fartas(*1) esse
(Have been deeply stuffed with buttock?)
im hooked and I can't stop staring
a! captus sum, nec desinere intueri possum.
(Alas! I am captured, nor am I able to desist from gazing.)
oh baby I wanna get wit cha
o dominola mea, volo tecum congredi
(My dear lady, I want to come together with you)
and take ur pictcha
pingereque picturam tui.
(And make a picture of you.)
hee hee. My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hon!
via Free Republic
, of all places!
It Fuckin' Kills Me...
That I find the long version of that Apache Gunship Video
and I can't post it in a version that the crappy Windows Media Player can show. Looks like I'm gonna haveta find someplace to host it.
I Gotta Dance to Keep from Cryin'
Power Line Blog
has a post called Essence of Motown
commemorating Smokey Robinson.
Smokey Robinson was one of the heroes of our age: singer, songwriter, bandleader, producer, businessman. He was a man of great generosity. He wrote the greatest American popular song of the 20th century--My Girl--and then gave it away to the Temptations because he thought it suited their style better than his own.
Smokey was one hell of a singer/songwriter and one hell of a guy. When he sang:
If my sadness brought you gladness,
I'd be glad to be sad,
If my feeling bad made you feel good,
I would always feel bad,
And I wouldn't think twice,
About the sacrifice,
Anything that I have to do,
Cause whatever makes you happy,
Makes me happy too.
If my tears could make you smile,
I could smile through my tears,
Oh, your sweet and laughing voice is,
Music to my ears.
You know he meant it.