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Every once in a while, a rare while, I wonder what might drive me to take a very long knitting needle and drive it, as forcefully as possible, through my eardrums, causing all sorts of pain and bloody spurting events just like in the movies. Argh. Spurt spurt spurt and goo (no, not like in a porn, son; you know we'll have a good time then).
I think this John Davidson rendition of "Cat's in the Cradle" might be just what I need.
I'm also rather fond of how the picture of Mr. Davidson makes him look remarkably like an elderly woman with gravity-sagging breasts sans bra. Well, fond isn't quite the word. Disturbed, maybe.
I think I need another beer.
And a knitting needle. Or two.
(h/t Copygodd)