I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank.
You rock so, you rock so, you dip so, you dip so, you skank so, you skank so, and don't be no drag! You come so, you come so, for reggae is another bag!
I climbed into Misery and called Uncle Bob. “We hooking up?” “Why does everything out of your mouth make me sound incestuous?” “Um, I wasn’t aware that it did. Perhaps you have a guilty conscience. ” “Charley. ” “Is there something you need to get off your chest? Besides that skank I saw you with the other day?