You're a bastard. It's one thing for you to have that dreck in your head; it's another thing to cause others (read: me) to cause it to incessantly play in their head. ("Marconi plays the mamba . . . ")

I watched part of the VH1 thing last night. Some of it was pretty funny. (Let's see, what rhymes with "feeling?" Kneeling? No, that's too sexual. I know! Ceiling! Dancing on the ceiling! OR the commentary on Limp Bizkit's "Rollin'" being nothing more than a nu-metal "Hokey Pokey")