...vaseline

Isn't it just creepy? The texture, the smell, the never-goes-away residue?? Ichkkk.

So, Grant and I were at a friend's house today and Grant kept going upstairs. Well, he came down and had vaseline all over his fingers. I wanted to vomit. Thankfully I was relieved from duty just in time....

Me "Hey, remember that vaseline song?"
Her "Yeah" as she breaks into Stone Temple Pilots, "flys in the vaseline we are.."
Me "Not that one..." And I started to sing.

Can you guess which one I was singing? Well pickles, who the heck knew there was more than one song about the grossest substance on the face of the planet??