Today we passed a building in California that said UBF Soul Factory on the sign.
Ed said, "I wonder what they do at a soul factory?"
I snapped my fingers to show him that not only do I have rhythm, but I also have soul. I could work there.
Then he said, "Do you think there are a bunch of people standing around in there saying 'Hey hey my brotha. Heellll yeahhh.'?"