My point is that ‘Come Home I’m Naked Already’ has an immediacy that wouldn’t have made sense via any of the communication methods of the time, and therefore is likely not really from the 1930s or 40s.

People get married... and then divorced...

Horny I get, but ‘Come Home I’m Naked Already’ only makes sense in the context of some sort of immediate communication to someone relatively nearby. People didn’t have texting in the 1940s, telegrams were not exactly convenient, spontaneous, or cheap, so also not a likely candidate, and if it was a phone call, then…

“suspend disbelief, it’s good for you”

So you’re telling me that people were sending letters that would take an unknown number of days to be delivered to a person an unknown number of days from home saying ‘Come Home I’m Naked Already’?

Same.

Seems like what you’re really wanting is a Drumstick...

Does it come with a forced free U2 album?

Don’t even put the idea of touching Ferris Bueller’s Day Off in people’s heads! There is NO way that a new movie could be made that would do anything but trample the perfection of the original. It’s like saying “You know, somebody should make a follow-up to the Mona Lisa.” Just. Leave. It. Alone.

On behalf of all Kinja, let me thank you for not putting this in a slideshow or a video.

Of course the Mayo Clinic would say that – you know what they want you to use...

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My mistake...

OK, I’ll bite - if you don’t like any of that stuff, what DO you like?

All of these misheard lyrics – even a mention of Pearl Jam, and the granddaddy of them all isn’t included? Talk about never being able to hear the song any other way again...