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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Spread It Good!

I forgot to apply sunscreen this morning before taking my old pup for a walk, and didn’t wear enough yesterday when playing golf, and got my face slightly fried. I’m looking a bit like Snooki after hormone therapy and a sex change operation. Wouldn’t you think a guy like me would know better? If I don’t pale out before seeing the oncologist in ten days, he’ll personally kick my butt. Yikes. Don’t let this happen to you.

I’ll leave you with a little sun safety ditty, to the tune of Devo’s “Whip It”…



pale that skin
save the skin you’re in
stop sun’s attack
break black cancer’s back
’fore a problem comes along
you must spread it
before your skin sits out too long
you must spread it
so nothing’s going wrong
you must spread it

now spread it
on your face
slap it on
get pale
go forward
move ahead
try to deflect it
it's not too late
to spread it
spread it good

when a sun time comes around
you must spread it
you will never live it down
unless you spread it
no one gets away
until they spread it

i say spread it
spread it good
i say slap it
slap it good

pale your skin
give Black C the slip
stop sun’s attack
break black cancer’s back
’fore a problem comes along
you must spread it
before your skin sits out too long
you must spread it
so nothing’s going wrong
you must spread it

now spread it
on your face
slap it on
get pale
go forward
move ahead
try to deflect it
it's not too late
to spread it
on your face
slap it on
get pale
go forward
move ahead
try to deflect it
it's not too late
to spread it
spread it good

1 comment:

  1. Like having a piece of birthday cake at a friend's party while dieting, I think we're allowed the occasional oops....as long as we sufficiently beat ourselves up (or more appropriately to this song...whip it) and don't get off track. I say this after my neck was darkened over the weekend while aerating my lawn...I lathered my arms and face...just forgot the neck. oops. After finishing, my wife noted the redness and said, "Smart move BITNP boy!" (I suppose it helps to have a group of support people equally willing to whip me).

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