A few years back I saw a song performed by an Australian called Jimeoin as part of a Buskers Festival …
Ah, I love the internet - here it is http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jimeoin/59963.htm
(beware evil pop-up)
Strummed in an extremely laconic and conversational tone:
;j
The last two lines are my fave - had the entire crowd crack up with sympathy/empathy (some word that means you know exactly what that’s like). I think there may have been more verses depending on his mood.
Then I put my mum onto it - her whole house is the ‘the third drawer down from the top’ - it’s now a family expression.
Shitload of rubber bands, all colors and sizes
Pens, some of which no longer write
Markers, some of which are dried out and thus no longer write
Pencils of varying length from nearly new to little stubs. Some either have no eraser left, or the eraser is hard and too worn to be of any use
Jar of marbles
Matchbooks (I don’t smoke or have any other reason to light matches in my house)
Screwdrivers
Screws
Nails (some are bent and rusty and had been pulled out of the wall in the last place I lived)
Those twist ties that are used on the cords with new electronic items
A collection of the plastic things that hold a bread bag closed
Popsicle sticks
A few receipts and ticket stubs
Cassette tape (recorded contents not determined as of this writing)
And several other things (though since I am at work right now I can’t check to see what’s all in there.)
Also, here’s a semi-related Onion article.