Ok, this breaks the rules.
I just can't help it though. This might be the funniest thing I have ever seen. I have been lax, dear friends, in giving you stuff to look at and I'm truly sorry. Its just that I've been quite busy and really haven't even taken my camera out of the bag in a while, much less shot anything of any interest. In the meantime, enjoy some hilarity care of the Baby Jebus.
posted by matt @ 11:16 PM
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Set to the tune of “YMCA”:
Young man, there’s not need to feel down.
I said, young man, you’ve got a bad-ass crown.
I said, young man, who’s got the best view in town?
There’s no need to wear a big frown.
Young man, I know this totally blows.
I said, young man, you’d rather be with your bros.
Drinking some wine and talking ‘bout hoes.
But this is what your dad chose.
You die for boys at the Y-M-C-A.
You die for boys at the Y-M-C-A.
The gates of heaven open to all us fools.
Yeah, I know, but those are the rules.
Young man, are you listening to me?
I said, young man, we could be a great team.
I said, young man, the key to devotion
Is something called “promotion.”
No man does it all by Himself.
I said, young man, this can lead to great wealth.
They will wage wars over you
And yell your name in traffic, too.
You die for boys at the Y-M-C-A.
You die for boys at the Y-M-C-A.
The gates of heaven open to all us fools.
Yeah, I know, but those are the rules.
Young man, I was once in your shoes.
Well, not exactly. But I don’t like Jews.
And my bad with the shoe comment.
I hadn’t noticed where the last spike went.
So as long as you’re hanging around…
I say, young man, what good fortune you’ve found.
This last act of gory attrition
Is the key to brand recognition!
You die for boys at the Y-M-C-A.
You die for boys at the Y-M-C-A.
The gates of heaven open to all us fools.
Yeah, I know, but those are the rules.
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