In college, those record companies stuffed every book in the bookstore with multiple cards to sign up. So, a group of “people” decided to have a contest to create the most ridiculous name and actually get the CD’s delivered…
I’m not saying who won…
I have the devil for a conscience, but fortunately I have given final executive authority to Reason. Objectively, to an outsider, I’m a good guy. But I know what the filters catch.
And, a song about that.
Wilfred James: I believe that there’s another man… inside of every man. A stranger. A conniving man.
— 1922 (Stephen King)
In my life I have committed several crimes (mostly drug related; never violent).
And I let my cat out to roam at night .
I got talked into signing up for one of those bulk magazine subscriptions over the phone. I was getting like eight magazines and the only one I ever read was The New Yorker. I’m such a people pleaser it took me ages to cancel.
I once fell for a very obvious eBay scam. I shipped my laptop to Indonesia and I would have lost it if the post office hadn’t called me to tell me it was a scam. I am in some respects incredibly naive.
My husband would not let me live that one down, and I don’t mean he teased me about it, I mean that he never stopped worrying I would get taken advantage of again. He still thinks I’m a danger to myself. He may be correct.
I like Hershey’s chocolate bars.
You fiend!
What do I win?
What can you recite from memory?
Snack break over. Back to standing on your head.
From that poem?
Oh what do I do, what do I do?
This library book is 42 years overdue.
Something about not being able to afford the fine.
That’s about all I got. It’s a short poem.
My favorite one is
Are wild strawberries really wild?
Will they scratch an adult? Will they snap at a child?
Should you cage them? Or let them run free where they roam?
Could they ever relax in a steam-heated home?
And though they may curl up at your feet oh so sweetly
Can you ever feel that you trust them completely?
I did that from memory but my son has recently discovered the joy of Silverstein so I may have gotten a refresher.
I love Wild Strawberries too!
The one I always recited for my kids starts:
Inside everybody’s nose
There lives a sharp-toothed snail…
You should see my face when I read, usually here on the Dope, how horrific Hershey chocolate is.
Yeah, it’s probably changed over the years, but a gigundo Hershey chocolate bar is gonna be my last meal should I end up on death row.
(not that I don’t like “good” chocolate, too)
mmm
These are the ones I like. 45% cocoa.
When I was a teenager I put my dad’s lug wrench in the trunk of my car. I thought I might need it to change a tire someday, and it was better than the crappy one that came with the car. Then I moved across the country after college. 30 years later, I still have his lug wrench. I think Dad thinks he just misplaced it.
On a completely different note, it’s more than three weeks after Labor Day. I’m currently wearing white.
No judgment. I like candy corn.
White just signifies a first marriage; you’re OK. 
This is not easy for me to admit, but I’ve reached the age where I can speak my mind with nary a care about how others may view me.
I like the song MacArthur Park.
The oft-criticized lyrics fit the tune and are based on real events, the melody is gorgeous (fun to play on the piano), and the vocals are what I would call appropriate.
And now the song will reside in your brain for a while.
So there you go.
mmm
I like Sometimes When We Touch by Dan Hill.
Sometimes..alone in my car…