A severe dose of reality.

Courtesy of Dancing Alone to Pony, a blog devoted solely to human beings grinding to "Pony" by Ginuwine.




I pine for these subtle days, when lines like "send chills up and down your spine, juices flowing down your vine " were enough. You know, before Pitbull got to say things like "I'll check your pipes, oh you're the healthy type. Well, here go some egg whites."



Sick, dude.

Where are you when we need you, Ginuwine?