Erinnocence II

So normally it takes a lot for me to become embarrassed. I'm fully aware of my klutzy tendencies. I tend to do or say something on a regular basis that could constitute as a "blonde moment". 

But this afternoon at work this was not the case. I turned BEET red.

You see last week I fried my computer. This is the second time I have done this at work in the last year and a half. How? I have no clue. Bless my awesome boss for being our very own IT department and fixing it for me every time I seem to jam something up. 

Although this time, in the midst of him fixing it, he found Erinnocence II. What the hell is Erinnocence II you might ask? Yeah I figured you'd probably ask, this is a completely made up word, why wouldn't you ask that.

Erinnocence was a nickname that I was so graciously given by TKE my freshman year of college. TKE is a fraternity, my sorority's brother fraternity. Please remember that when entering my first year of college I looked young enough to be singing Kidz Bop and flashed a mouth-full of shiny metal braces every time I spoke.

So, in all the complete maturity that comes with being a 20 year old college frat boy, they came up with Erin + Innocence = Erinnocence. Come on people, I didn't go to Harvard, that's the best their keg-headed brains could come up with. 

This nickname wasn't what made me turn bright red though. My boss finding a mixed CD with Erinnocence II written across it in squeaky clean permanent marker wasn't even what did it. (There was once an original Erinnocence CD, hence the II)

You see my friend from home had discovered this little nickname of mine and decided it was a swell title for the CD he was making me. Idiot me had forgotten that this CD had been making a home for itself in my computer since last year, that is until Mr. Boss found it yesterday.

I get a flashing IM box pop up on my screen saying "Umm what is Erinnocence II?" I immediately sink down in my seat and die a little inside wondering how my coworkers would know about this strange nickname of mine. 

I begin to explain the story I just previously told you and happens.


After a year of that thing sitting in my computer unbeknownst to me I have absolutely NO idea what could possibly be on it. 

Justin Bieber Christmas music? -embarrassing but I could handle it

50 Cent: I'll take ya to the candy shop, what, what? -a little riskier

Nicki Minaj screaming like a zombie? -eh, I'd turn a bit pink around the edges

Alanis Morissette: I hope you think of me when you FU*K her? -approaching yikes level

And then it happens...again. This is the moment I turn beet red.

Big Sean - Dance (Ass) starts to play.

 And it goes a little something like this:

Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Ass ass ass ass ass
Stop. Now make that mother f***er hammer time like

Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble
I'm stack stacking my paper my wallet look like a bible
I got girlies half naked that s*** look like the grotto
How your waist anorexic and then your a** is colossal
Drop that ass make it boomerang  
Take my belt off b*tch I'm Pootie Tang




That is all.