I cannot go by one single day without hearing that highly annoying, yet highly addicting song! Does anyone else have this problem? Does anyone even know who SINGS the darned song? Looks down to make sure gun is pointed away from foot…
-Ignorance isn’t bliss. It’s just another way of shooting yourself in the foot.
My brother actually did get a hippopotamus for christmas. A small plush one.
There’s a semi-funny family story behind the opening of that gift. My other brother (the one who was doing the giving) has recently taken to making rather random statements for fun, sorta like Stephen Wright on prozac (Examples: "Monkey es enfuego! written on a kleenex box with English translation on the other side; “Who called me Earl?” his name is Greg; “Lucky bastard with your bat wings”: I don’t have a clue where that came from).
Anyway, on Christmas morning as Scott (the hippo recipient) was opening gifts, he stacked the hippo package on top of another one. Greg blurts out “At least Scott can’t save the Hippo!” and then trails off. Greg turns bright red from embarrassment. I and my brother dismiss it as random. But just a few minutes later, he opens the box, and there’s a hippo.
As to where the song comes from, the first recording was made in 1953 by Gayla Peevey. Anyways, that’s what the liner notes from Dr. Demento presents The Greatest Christmas Novelty CD Of All Time tell me. (Rhino Records catalog # R2 75755)
Of course truth is stranger than fiction. Fiction has to make sense.
Mark Twain