Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
"Hige sceal þe heardra, heorte þe cenre, mod sceal þe mare, þe ure mægen lytlað…"
Tam, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I hate you...
Oh wow, I'd forgotten about this......Damn you Tam!
I'm tempted to print off the lyrics and leave them in the copy machine for my Canuckistan overlords ...
For a special in country reading of the song, go here : http://rhinoden.rangerup.com/ein-parachute-problem-numer-zwei/. Hilarity will ensue.
I LOL'ed. Somehow I'd never heard it before, either.wv: skedu. 23 skedu, Canada!
Love it. Last time I was in Montreal I couldn't get it out of my head. I work for a major Quebecois entertainment company and I hum it from time to time...
Gotta get me one o' them shirts...I don't blame 'em but I do hate 'em so I'm gonna ban 'em!Kinda rude, eh?
Damn you, Tam! Damn you to hell!How will I ever get this out of my head?
I've hard worse earworms, its true. Of course everyone who had their undies in a bind missed the whole point of the song in the first place, to my considerable entertainment.Jim
Heh, if you had thousands of songs beating around in your noggin this would not be an issue.I simply change the channel.Gmac
Don't forget the companion piece, the Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen. http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x79zxf_ren-stimpy-the-royal-canadian-kilte_shortfilms
One of the high points of my life was when I took #2 Son to Niagara Falls on a roadtrip, and the wee bairn, seeing the Canadian flags, burst into this song at the top of his lungs.Sniff. They grow up so fast.
Oh ... this is too true.Regards
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