I'm a gonna get-get-get-get you drunk...
OR
The Neverending Joy of Cohabitation

The composition of this entry requires the disclosure that I have "My Humps" on my iPod.

I think it's worth it.

So, anyway. I'm packing my bag for the weekend's journey, letting iTunes provide some background music. The player reached "My Humps," and I'm bobbing my head around, shimmying a little bit...good times.

Now there are three of us in my apartment. A V, a B and a C. V and B are the ladies of the household; C is our token lord, as it were.

Which of us is the one to walk through the room, accompanying Fergie?