Lately I’ve been getting more addicted to beating the gong.
I beat it at work, at church, while taking a bath, during my devotions; I want to beat it so bad when I’m sleeping that my hands are shaking.
She’s bewitched me.
My hands are vibrating again because AfroSays:
OUR BOSS AND THE LADIES
The ladies loved him so much, they took turns bringing him lunch
The ladies loved him so much, they always had to touch
The ladies loved him so much, they took turns to give his car a wash
The ladies loved him so much, they tweeted his words
The ladies loved him so much, they all had a crush
The ladies loved him still, they wanted him by force
But we were never jealous
Because our boss was gay