My boss: You seem to be a man without a song epoxy-ed to his cranium. Let me remedy that:Zoot suit riot -- RIOT!! me: ...i will find a way to get even THROW BACK A BOTTLE OF BEEEER crap My boss: Yeah, that was inhumane. A cure: Hey Macarena HEEEYYYYYY!! me: love me love me, say that you love me, fool me fool me, go on and fool me My boss: Shithead.