So, I woke up this morning (isn’t that how the best blues songs start? Yes. Yes it is) and hatched what I thought was the best hare-brained scheme ever.
“Hey,” thought Me, “There are 44 Presidents now! Didn’t The Nails have a song called ‘88 Lines About 44 Women‘ back in the ’80s? How AWESOME would it be if someone wrote a parody of that song called – wait for it – ’88 Lines About 44 Presidents?'”
And so I sprang from my bed, confident that I was a gosh darn genius and in position to take on the world; that this, this, was my true raison d’etre, and that no one ever had thought of doing this before. At all.
There’s really no such thing as an original idea.