Beauty, Bowzer, and Balls

First, let's start with Bridget - she was singing to Molly this weekend:

Frère Jacques, frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Shamalama ding-dong! Shamalama ding-dong!
Woo hoo hoo! Woo hoo hoo!

Hahahahaha - you know what it reminds me of? Remember that show Sha Na Na?



I looked for some of their stuff online, and I really don't remember all the gold lame and leotards. Huh. I vaguely recall Michael and I being fascinated with Bowzer. Wow. And damn I feel old.


Here's another one where I let my age show:
Thanks to the modern miracle that is the ipod, I can listen to anything I want. Unfortunately I have a bad habit of hitting the --> button. I have, however, been letting a few select songs go through, including this masterpiece. I used to be fascinated with that song, and looking at the video all I can think is holy smokes - that's a lot of boobies! All I remembered was the mermaid. This was back when MTV actually played videos.


And, file this in the "how the hell did I not know this" file:
I didn't know guys could sit on their balls. How does this happen? Does it happen a lot? Sounds painful. If it was me I'd be grabbing them every time I sat down... you know, this may explain a lot...