I was emailing with a friend about the youthful joy of making up song parodies, and it occurred to me this privilege shouldn't be reserved for 6th graders. As I no longer have mean teachers and bullying classmates to write nasty limericks about, I shall now endeavor to turn my negative thoughts about the job market and the government into Weird Al-level stupidity.

Uh, no, you don't necessarily get to see the results. But we all need hobbies.

I think first I shall rewrite that T. Rex song as "Bang a Gong (Bring 'Em On)."

Bwah ha ha.