The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
It was my friends mother who belted out the wrong lyrics during one of the first parties where parents and their adult children were socializing. She was trying to be 'hip' by singing the words to 'our' music and missed the mark completely. The fact that we are from Long Island does, to some extent, explain the confusion with baked goods.
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Submitted on
9/28/2010 4:11 pm
Age it happened
not specified
Better than original?
Yes
Convinced others you were right?
No
Was partying involved?
No
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I am from Long Island and I frequently dream of bagels.
eeemcd Oct 28, 2010 12:29 pm