Stupid confessional.

Here's my latest botched attempt to pass on what I consider a worthwhile thread.
As proposed by grendel317:

Admit something ridiculous but probably true. I don't want to hear about your petty infidelities unless you're having them with circus midgets or something. And no, I'm not enabling anonymous posting.

My answer to his original post was:

[When]ever I cook Creamed Chipped Beef, I sing a little song I made up for it in college.

To which he responded:

lyrics?

To which I said:
My initial answer was "no!"...but I'll do you one better:

Click on John Ashcroft to hear it!

(Well, a midi of the tune)
And sing it to these lyrics:
Oh how I love Creamed Chipped Beef
Oh how I love Creamed Chipped Beef
Oh Creamed Chipped Beef
Oh how I love thee
Oh how I love Cream
Oh how I love Beef
Oh how I love Creamed Chipped Beef

I have my reasons, I swear.

Now it's your turn. See instructions above.