From what I've read it was one of the first songs he ever wrote, and that last verse was how he felt he'd actually react in a situation like that. But I guess he was trying to be radio friendly and get his music heard. I bet he was a hoot to see playing in old dirty dive bars back in the day.

That's true, I can see the issue when an author just adds an arbitrary element and tries to shoehorn their work into a certain genre. Or to deny that what they wrote is actually what it is. Despite my lit background, I've actually never read any Atwood. And then I read these quotes from her wiki...

That's part of the reason why I like him so much. He's been singing this song for something like 25 years, and he still get excited every single time he does it. It's just so enthusiastic and endearing.

I always felt terrible for the local karaoke host, because drunk people who want to sing songs are the worst! Hopefully your time at it wasn't as bad as the ones I knew.

I'm glad you should ask! He actually sings this taboo 3rd verse in the video. The original just has a different last three lines -

I can agree with some of her points (even though her books are shit as well), but I'm gonna have to pump the brakes on that "magical realism" shoutout. As trite and "whimsical" as it may be, that genre is a whole different ballgame.

Feel no shame, please!! I've drunkenly yelled along to this song in both places more times than I'd like to remember.

Hell yes it does!!

This is going to expose my southern roots, but...

Welcome to the club!

I'm still generally curious, and have always wondered the condom thing myself. If I do finally decide to, it'll probably be an apadravya. If it's not too forward, what do you have?

I noticed, but chose to keep that faux pas secret. You didn't have to say anything!

I don't know enough about international restaurant management to comment fully, but it's really surprising how little most restaurants make after calculating all their costs.

It makes me feel far more intimidating than I actually am. I've tried in vain to find different jewelry, but it's nigh impossible without being far to big/gaudy/expensive. I like the spikes, but they're either too long or too short. One day! And I DO! Then immediately regret when I think about germs. But there…

If anything on this list shows up, just chuck that dude straight into the closest ocean.

I'll not be weird, even though I still don't like the picture. It's too dark, and it is almost impossible to find good jewelry at my size.

I've been forced to perfect my verbal filter over the years (except the internet apparently), because I can say some fairly raunch things without forethought. Surprisingly, it hasn't come up at work yet. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it won't.

*insert shame-face at weird things I say*

Guys have a million different phrases for jacking off, most of which are used to identify the idiots so they can be rounded up and shoved into the ocean.

I only have beer at the moment. So I'm going to finish this one and just dejectedly go to bed...