“Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough?” Rhianna, Rude Boy
Look, Rhianna. I’m gonna be honest. When I first heard you, I kind of liked you despite myself. And then when I saw you, I really liked you. Like...a lot a lot.
So, I have to assume that if you have to ask your “rude boy” if he can get it up or not, there is a more than reasonable chance that your “rude boy” is dead. However, asking if he is big enough down there is a whole different ball park. Rhianna, if you have been having a whole lot of issues with either limp dicked or tiny peckered “rude boys,” I have to believe you are not trying hard enough. There is a whole nation of men who have had their hearts broken by this song. It’s like the equivalent of Meatloaf asking if his Macaroni and Cheese is cheesy enough. You know that hefty bastard can find cheesier mac and you know he knows he won’t rest until he finds it.