Ded, I'm pretty dense I guess. I don't get yours.

It's an old ditty of a song.

John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
That's my name too
When ever we go out
The people always shout
There goes
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt !!

La! La! La! La! La! La! La!

Jas, that silly song was a standard on school bus trips and summer camp. Drove the adults crazy when we sang it repeatedly.

You have to sing it softer each time, then shout the name.

going to post a 2nd one today just because I am purging my email. (It's gonna take all day) Anyhow, I found this........

The Golden Years Situation

Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel, I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat-down.I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing. Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car.Frantically, I headed for the parking lot. My husband has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition. My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them. His theory is that the car will be stolen. As I burst through the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion. His theory was right.The parking lot was empty.I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen. Then I made the most difficult call of all,”Honey,” I stammered; ( I always call him “honey” in times like these.) “I left my keys in the car and it’s been stolen.”There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard his voice. ”Are you kidding’ me,” he barked, “I dropped you off!!!”Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said,”Well, come and get me.”He retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop I didn’t steal your car.”Yep, it’s the golden years………….