Poo! Tit! Bum!

Oh, the joys of modern technology! I've spent my first morning back at work deleting the 2,242 error messages from my computer that were created by my auto-reply function bouncing a message back and forth between it and a single, automatically generated spam message. Apart from that, there were only one hundred or so 'genuine' spams, and about a dozen serious messages for me! Still, it's rather pleasant to be occupied with such a brainless and undemanding task, while managing to look highly efficient and busy.

The shock of coming back to work after ten days of sloth and gluttony (the chub-ometer is now going in the WRONG direction), has sent my poor brian (yes, 'brian', it truly cannot be referred to as a brain today) to another planet. So instead of my usual wit and sophisticated discourse, I leave you humming this little number, to the tune of "Mambo Number Five":

1-2-3-4-5, Come on, everybody, let's poop and jive!
All da way to the poopy land.
And we can play together in the poopy sand.

  [Chorus]

A litlle bit of kaka in my pants,
A little bit of poop covered ants,
A little bit of kakasha all da way,
A little bit of bull shit in da hay,
A little bit of doodoo; baby, do you want some?
Hey! get the poo off my bum!!