All right, coming up at 508, we will drink a toast in the weekend with a shout of the day that it's Bad Choice Friday.

You know it's Bad Choice Friday. You know it's Bad Choice Friday.

Hey, man, this is your fault.

Sham on.

And today we have a Mariners Big Dumpur-inspired Bad Choice Friday featuring the Black-Eyed Peas.

My love, my love, my love, my love. You love my lady, love. Big Dumpur-inspired Bad Choice Friday featuring the Black-Eyed Peas.

This is so stupid.

I got to read the lyrics to this.

You love my lady lumps.

I think she's talking about her posterior there, Mike.

I thought she meant her camel toe. What you're going to do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk? I'm going to get, get you drunk, get you love drunk off my hump. My hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my hump, my lump, my lump, my lovely little lumps. Check it out. I wonder if the black eyed peas will be like Shakespeare 200 years from now.

Can you believe the depth of the poetry?

Her lady humps.

Yeah.

Who would have thought of such a thing?

Your lady lump.

I'm in a girl down at the disco.

She said, hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Let's go.

I could be your baby.

You could be my honey.

Let's spend time, not money.

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