Depending on how you feel about Sting and company, maybe you can get a higher class of earworm out of that.

"Rox-annnnnnne... you don't have to put on the red light."

What? We're talking about groping and nibbling and...

You are all sucking me in! Stop sucking!

'Round these parts, I believe that's a near-impossibility.

IJS...

Hi Abby, Ice, Sue, and tiggy! (I think those are all the new-to-me people in this thread.)

(And yes, serial commas do rock. Now lets all glare at my manager and Editor in Chief until he agrees.)

I am also part of TEAM AIMEE/AMY, and we have a master plan

RECOGNIZE!!

I am also part of TEAM AIMEE/AMY, and we have a master plan

WHOO!

Look, you Ay-meeeees, the Stephs can take you. Alla y'all.

t puts fists up in what looks like the "put 'em up!" gesture seen in movies.

t hopes it doesn't look too ridiculous

Pfft. You're ... what? Three to our five?

Mwah ha ha ha!

There's only three of you guys. There's like, eleventy billion of us. Nyah.

I think there are enough Heathers here to form a working coalition with whichever party has the most/best chocolate/fernet to share. Or is this a first past the post master plan?

ETA: Yes, I'm a stealth Heather.

My first quick-edit attempt; hope this works:

of course now I have to ask you, since you are from NJ "which exit?!"

Exit 9 on the Turnpike. I had to look for a Parkway map online because I never drive it -- exit 123 dumps you off in my home town of Sayreville. Hometown of Bon Jovi, I tell people, because that sounds more appealing than extolling the virtues of the local toxic waste sites.

OK, my shiny lurker newness has worn off enough that I should go post in another thread. I'm going to look for a volunteer to kick me in the virtual shins if I don't make an honest attempt to convert some of my Internet goofing-off to novel-writing time.

::waves back to Calli::