to be sung by dolly parton of course

yep, its time for another country love song. for those of you new to nadstown, this is how we tell people we love/miss/want to grope them. cause nothing says "i love you" like a whiny, high-pitched, hick ballad.

ode to ukelele:

i met her at a party for my matty
she looked just like sex on legs with big red lips
i wanted to impress her so she'd love me
so i shimmied from my boobs down to my hips

we kept in touch by email and on nerdchat
she promised to come visit me in my town
and when i was all burdened with the saddies
her lovely phonecall turned my big frown upside down

and last weekend she caught a plane to see me
and by "me" i mean myself and daniel boud
she took us to see some hot boys play some music
and her nomination made me just so gosh darn proud

we drank, we danced, we pretended to be british
we ogled boys and felt each other's tits
i had more fun than i have had in eons
and now i love that gorgeous girl to bits.

we join with our dolly in saluting you, ukelele.



mwa.

xox