Thanks, Nicole! And I'm sorry. It didn't help at all that I changed the lyrics from "you know you got me, got me" to ones that were more grammatically correct to how I was abusing them? Or something? Or... no. There's not really any excuse. I'm sorry.

Done deal, Jesse.

No mayo!

So I just skimmed the last 500 posts and now I have to go eat RIGHT NOW because I am OMG starving.

Hi.

It didn't help at all that I changed the lyrics

You'd think so... but no. Instead I spent thirty seconds or so trying to figure out why you'd type such an odd sentence. And then the Black Eyed Peas invaded my brain.

But now that I've passed the earworm along to a few co-workers, we're cool. In fact, thank you! This is fun!

Glad to help!

Giving medicine to a screaming baby is very no-fun. Though we got expert at squirting it into the pocket of Emmett's cheek so at least he wouldn't choke and gag on it.

Of course, baby suppositories wasn't much run either. You get that look at Walgreens when you buy finger cots by the box.

(Go A's! Go A's!)

Over .500, baybeeeee!!!! Plus they resigned Kotsay!

Of course, baby suppositories wasn't much run either.

going in the type-o Hall of Fame.

You bought finger cots to insert suppositories? Actually, I'm not sure what a finger cot it, but I'm laughing at you, if you bought something akin to a condom for your finger, in order to insert suppositories in a baby. You don't put it up in their colons for pity's sake.

I'm not sure what a finger cot it, but I'm laughing at you, if you bought something akin to a condom for your finger

That's exactly what it is.

We, umm, sometimes referred to a less endowed jackhole we knew as "finger cot", on account of the idea that he could have used one as a condom...

We, umm, were kind of bitchy when we were younger.

We, umm, were kind of bitchy when we were younger.

Do you miss it? I miss it. Yes. I was even bitchier than this, sometimes.