Usher, You Ain’t Even Trying Anymore

I did Charlottesville to NYC and back within 72 hours, so I had the chance to catch up on that damn rap music those kids are listening to now a days. Usher’s Trading Places is a popular song, so by the end of the trip, I was pretty familiar with the lyrics. And I got to say, this mother fucker is not even bothering to try anymore. Get a sample:

Skip dinner and we gonna rent a movie
You order chinese food right before you do me

and

(yeah) Wash the car
(yeah) I’m gonna walk the dog
(yeah) Take out the trash
(yeah) With nothing but your t-shirt on
(yeah) I’m gonna press your shirt
(yeah) I’m gonna wrinkle mines up

Now, call me crazy, but I don’t exactly start thinking about plowing me lady after I order up some crispy beef. Nor do I fancy eating egg rolls after 7 minutes in missionary heaven (though that does sort of sound good now).

Check out the second part too… a fairy tale of domesticity from Usher. Nothing gets a lady wet like talking about doing chores. I can only hope my nocturnal emission comes from dreams of Usher wearing nothing but my worn out V-neck undershirts.