Sunday, February 29
Sing With Me
Sorry, as soon as I typed that last one, I kept getting the line
"Grease is the word, is the word, is the word, is the word"
running through my head. And I bet it's now playing over and over in your head and will do for the rest of the day. Enjoy!
Grease is the word, is the word, is the word, is the word. Grease is the word, is the word, is the word, is the word. Grease is the word, is the word, is the word, is the word. Grease is the woo-oo-oord. Yeah!
Dammit, and now I've re-read my title here I've got that fucking Avid Merrion Christmas song in my head:
Come now sing with me, Proper Crimbo, Proper Crimbo (Selecta!).
I reallly need to go to bed. Good Night, and, erm, Atheist Non-Entity Bless (I don't believe...).