Kissy-kissy, Smoochy-smoochy LT

To heck with 401ks and flexible hours... who cares about work-paid trips? The real perk to this job is the karaoke provided by otherwise starchy lieutenants (LTs). As my business analyst (BA) is vacationing in Hawaii (thus making it a quiet week for me), I have been dropping in on other project meetings. Yesterday morning, I attended a working group meeting for Project: Ugly Baby. (no, that's not its real name.) The meeting was essentially a bust in that the planned objectives were completely untouched. Our attending LT, who is apparently known for his temper, was pretty steamed as we left. Speculations were made as to how his temper flare would be projected this time. (The prime computation was that he'd get in his truck and leave us all stranded.) Needless to say, the rest of us were not expecting a pleasant ride back to our building.

You know me and details - all this to set the scene.

As we settle into LT's pick-em-up truck, cowboy hat firmly established on dashboard front and center, imagine our surprise when LT cranks up his radio and starts singing along to

spent the whole day lyin' on the beach,
wearin' nothin' but a smile,
playin' kissy-kissy, smoochy-smoochy,
talkin' mooshy-mooshy 'bout nothin'.

Steve Holy song, "Brand New Girlfriend"

You can find the entire cd (by the same name) at Amazon.com and listen to a clip from the song just to hear for yourself how COMPLETELY AWFUL and GOOFY the song really is.
Caution: Hemorrhaging of the frontal lobes may occur to persons not accustomed to modern country music. I am not responsible for any ensuing trauma and/or anguish caused by listening to country music.