Tommy, don't lick that pipe Your tongue will stick like glue I've warned you twice And I wish you'd mind Don't you remember What happened last time? You can do about anything else that you like But Tommy, don't lick that pipe
Yeah, well, it's 88 degrees outside and I really want it to snow, and so I'm thinking about John McCutcheon songs about freezing your tounge to a pipe. Ahh well. What can I do? Well, I guess watching The Italian Job might do the trick. I doubt it, though. Huh. LET IT SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!! Update more about snow later, maybe.
** humming my own little tune at 7:30:00 PM
