Haha! I just have preface this with an explanation for the title...in my first couple of years in college when I studied music theory (this was the stone age), it was mandatory that we learn and take piano classes. The songs, and there for their names, started simple and childlike. Much like learning, "hot cross buns" in 4rth grade violin lessons.
Anyway, half way through my first semester, I was in piano sitting next to a like minded guy with a similar dorky sense of humor as my own. We would often walk to my house, only blocks from campus after our music theory and piano classes. Our assignments were tearfully funny titled songs such as, "skipping home for lunch".
Which I found absurd. Not sure it was because of my anorexia or hormones, or both. But I stated, "who the fuck 'skips' home for lunch?! I mean, a skip, trot, or any such enthusiastic verb meaning physical moving would need more inspiration than 'lunch'!"
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