Another week has came and went. And now the brahs will all get bent. It is that time again, you know, where to the hills or beach we go. From white to brown and in between, we’ll be all over that damn scene. But before you leave and get all crunk, hit the jump for some sick funk.
No one rhymes like Stamos, folks. And no one gets as dirty on the keys as Stevie Wonder. The folks out in San Diego better bring their dancin shows because this guy is disgusting. In case you have doubts, here he is getting nice on Sesame St. I grew up on Glascock St (a better porn name than Jacob Glascock there hath not been) and they never got this nice. Lates.
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when sesame street rocked