I thought Andrew W.K.'s answers were a little tired and overrated. Yeah, chirping twin baby birds might be the best thing you've heard all year — if you haven't heard the gentle bleat of a baby goat quaver a soft melody. Now that really touches me deep in my party soul.

I moved back to the U.S. from Sweden, watched my family implode, started working on a farm, took 30,000+ pictures, made some internet friends, ran my first 5k, hit the quarter-century mark, got my cat back and acquired a kitten, and determined gin to be my favorite liquor.

There is, however, a certain charm when old timers drawl it out slowly while telling you stories about Mabel and excruciating details about how things used to  be. "That was back in dubble-ya dubble-ya two."

There is, however, a certain charm when old timers drawl it out slowly while telling you stories about Mabel and excruciating details about how things used to  be. "That was back in dubble-ya dubble-ya two."

Mmm, maple Christ.

Mmm, maple Christ.

Why does no one ever tell me this shit

Why does no one ever tell me this shit

People are saying 2k12 now?

People are saying 2k12 now?

Yeah, Matrix is probably right. Folk are afraid Obama is going to take their guns despite very little indication of that.

Yeah, Matrix is probably right. Folk are afraid Obama is going to take their guns despite very little indication of that.

Well it's a pretty inept comparison considering the Darwin Awards go to people who hurt or kill themselves due to their own stupid actions and the guy in question was the one doing the hurting.

Well it's a pretty inept comparison considering the Darwin Awards go to people who hurt or kill themselves due to their own stupid actions and the guy in question was the one doing the hurting.

That makes sense. This article was kinda interesting in that regard too; it discussed the song's incongruity, not just musically but lyrically.

I'LL TAKE NONE OF THE ABOVE FOR 500, ALEX

Episodes? Really?

Whenever I was outside this summer I'd hear it three or four times an hour drifting over my neighbors' perpetually blaring top-40 radio. (Would usually be followed by TOOO NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT
WEEE…

I must have been born with a rare allele that prevents me from loving this song like every other person on this planet. I just…don't get it. It's a really catchy pop song. A lot of pop songs are pretty catchy. I don't get what makes it so sublime.

Can I be minister of propaganda for the glorious army of the new-firsters?