She Can Really Whip a Donkey's Ass with a Belt
by Scott Hardie on September 8, 2007

I hate the Black-Eyed Peas. You hate the Black-Eyed Peas. But Alanis Morissette really hates the Black-Eyed Peas. (Thanks, Kelly!)

Four Replies to She Can Really Whip a Donkey's Ass with a Belt

Amy Austin | September 9, 2007
I had to watch that one twice! ;-DDD

Kelly Lee | September 9, 2007
Yeah, I've had that in my head alllll night.

My humps...my humps...

Amy Austin | September 9, 2007
...and you don't want no drama... no, no drama, no, no, no drama...

Priceless.

Lori Lancaster | September 10, 2007
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