Now if a 6… turned out to be 9. I don’t mind. I don’t mind. 
Sixty-five bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty-five bottles of beer . . .
What an excellent use of a thousandth post! I don’t even know what mine was.
And of these three-score years and ten …
You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Two is a perfect number,
But one…
One small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind.
23 Skidoo!
A four-in-hand; a coach and six.
Highway 61 Revisited
From 4 Until Late (Robert Johnson)
In The Year 2525
25 Miles From Home
Rocket 88
Add 3 inches to your penis! (Sorry, e-mail interruption…)
From Memphis to Norfolk is a 36 hour drive. (more Robert Johnson… same song)
She’s real fine [sup]my 409[/sup]
my 4-speed, dual-quad, positraction 409
I’m just trying to get a message to you oo oo [sup]one hour… one hour[/sup]
One more hour and my life will be through oo oo[sup]one hour… one hour[/sup]
One, two, three o’clock, four o’clock rock
five, six, seven o’clock, eight o’clock rock
nine, ten eleven o’clock, twelve o’clock rock
we’re gonna rock around the clock tonight
I’m 18, and I don’t know what I want
$64,000 Question
1984
…that’s enough for now.
1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, …
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do.
Two can be as bad as one, it’s the loneliest number since the number one.
She just looked out the window, and said
“16 Parkside Lane”.
[sub]which, btw is NOT a SF address, so don’t go looking; however, “2400 Fulton Street” is real[/sub]
I was born in the backseat of a Greyhound bus, rollin’ down Highway 41.
Hee hee! I used to be able to do a Polyphase Sort/Merge with a perfect Fibonacchi Distribution.
ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!
(What? Really? Well, all right)
I mean, ONE BILLION DOLLARS!!!
Aaahh ahh ahhh!!
Fifty bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty bottles of beer . . . .
My baby says she’s trav’ling on the One after
Nine-O-Nine.
I said move over honey I’m traveling on that line.
I said move over once, move over twice,
Come on baby don’t be cold as ice.
I said I’m trav’ling on the One after Nine-O-Nine.
She was a four fifty-five rocket, the kind the PO-lice drive
But when I kissed a cop down on 34th and Vine
He broke my little bottle of
Love Potion Number 9
in the year 2525 if man is still alive…
in fourteen hundred and ninety two
Columbus sailed the ocean blue