Ummm - let’s try that again:
Do Fries go with that shake - where an attitude is everything when you are on the dance floor…
:wally
Blame it on the Bossa Nova. The dance of love, that is.
This has got to be the whitest question ever.
It must be that sparkling-white chef’s hat you wear. “Right”? “on”? According to Ronnie Eckstine and Barry White, who both personally taught me everything I know about funky music, it’s:
Rat own, rat own…
At what point do you ring her bell? Does the type of bell matter at all? There are cowbells, alarm bells, mission bells, service counter bells, doorbells, barbells, Taco Bells, Ma Bell, bell curves - how is one to choose?
If you go to madame-s.com (Not at Work) there is a full list of f*cking machines which may help answer your question. Many of them seem to be electric or mechanical in nature.
Get the funk, outa my face.
Get the funk out, of my face.
Maybe you have to get on up so you can tear the roof off the mother. Maybe it involves a ladder or something…
Shows what you know! I used the medieval spelling. [sup]yeah, that’s it…[/sup]
I must be off now; my old lady is on her way home, and I intend to give her her propers! 
Unless one is attempting the Jungle Boogie, in which case I believe the bare minimum of getting-down incidences is eight.
No, you get on up so Sly can take you higher. Proper elevation is vitally important for making your mothership connection.
Please. The proper word is ‘boogaloo’, sometimes spelled ‘bugaloo’. I believe it can only be done down Broadway (or ‘brod-wah-ay’, as it is sometimes pronounced) or other major thoroughfares.
Hey, back off!