I'm at work doing mindless boring physical labor and bellowing what I believe are the words to keep myself occupied. One of my coworkers looked and me and said, "Brad, you do realize those aren't the right words, don't you?" I replied, "Not really; I can't understand a word I hear in most music. This sounds to me like what they are singing." My coworker replied, "You are one sick puppy." I said, "Maybe I am, but if they have flu, rickets and parasites, they're sicker than I."
