Me talking, even if it's in cliches: my cup runneth over. Especially gleeful at:
andHow do I know? Well, Sammy, I was that little drummer boy.
Speaking of parodies, ff, when I was looking at other lists online (all were shorter than ours), someone had quoted this, from Flight of the Conchords, which I'll do extempore:I told you not to tell me that.
A: What if.... nah, it would never work.
B: No, what?
A: Well... sometimes when I'm angry at someone I just sort of think bad thoughts about them.
B: But what good does that do if they don't even know about it?
A: Yeah, I know. That's why I didn't say it.