Miss Susie had a something

There's something something something something

Ding ding

Is there the boys are in the fucking zipping up their flies around the ceiling

I know I'm not famous for knowing lyrics

But Miss Susie had a tugboat

The tugboat had a bell ding ding Miss Sus Susie went to heaven. The tugboat went to hello operator. Please give me number nine. Where were you ten seconds ago? I was flamed. I was dead. You're at my funeral. And then that brought me back because I know the lyrics to something. I was drowning in the ocean and you were screaming from the shore, try a life fest.

There are two vivid memories of like of childhood for me.

And one of them is and they're both like the same.

When you got beamed up by those aliens and they scrambled your brain right up.

Beamed down.

Aaron beamed down. Oh. Yeah. I don't remember right up. Beamed down, Aaron, beamed down.

Oh.

Yeah, I don't remember the up.

You went to hell, good sir.

I think it was probably, I don't know, second grade, maybe third grade, but it was walking

out onto recess, like this, like a blacktop, you know, a parking lot that we used for

recess, and hearing a girl in my class do

the Miss Susie's, that Miss Susie song and never having heard it at all before and being like,

what, I miss a fucking class? Like, when did this, when did, when did this thing start getting

passed around? Like, how do, how do people at school know this and I don't?

And then the other one was walking home, maybe like seventh grade with some friends.

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