I got home from a grueling day at work to find that I had lots of email to check. I saw an email from my friend Angela. I thought that it was just some super imposed picture of a member of *N Sync with some random chick~she likes to send those to me. I open it to find this:
What the hell was he thinking? Thug Appeal? I don't think so! Here are the words in case you couldn't hear him:
Baby, what's the deal? Would I be too foward if I told you how I feel? That's just the way I do my thing, so for real. Are you feeling my timbs, my baggy jeans, my thug appeal? Do you like it when a man can keep it real? Oooh, bring it all, bring it all
He sounds really good, but he has no thug appeal. None at all.