The other day I was bored in a meeting, so I decided to play a game of “Write your own verses for Alanis Morrissette’s incomprehensible song ’Ironic.‘“ This is how far I got:

It’s like when your skeleton’s
On the outside of your body
It’s like cereal
When it all turns soggy
Isn’t it ironic...don’t you think

It’s like robbing a bank
When you don’t need money
It’s like the world’s a kleenex
When your nose isn’t runny

It’s like going hungry
When you really have a hankerin’
It’s like a right wing library
That only stocks Al Franken

And then I had to stop because I actually had to contribute something to the meeting.  Too bad.  I think I was on a roll.