School House Rock

Growing up outside of the USA means missing out on life's funadmental neccessaties. (silly-putty, atomic fireballs, pop rocks...) But before throwing myself a pity-party, I remind myself that it's never too late to have a second childhood, or in my case, a fifth or sixth.

For example, how fucking cool is school house rock? Forget "conjunction junction," I challenge you to listen to this little ditty and not get it stuck in your head all day:

Lolly, lolly, lolly, get your adverbs here!