I wasn’t a bad kid growing up. Aside from a few things, I didn’t do anything “bad.” I did my homework, blah, blah, blah. One of the things that made me feel like I was doing something really bad was going out to Best Buy and getting Hooray for Boobies. It worked like a charm: my mom or Mike‘s mom took us to the store and, because our moms knew each other so well and we were such good kids, they left us there to shop. I bought Hooray for Boobies and something more tame to hold on top. We went to my house and listened to it on my generic brand CD player at low levels so we didn’t get caught. It was fun and felt mildly dangerous. The only other time I did it was with Adam Sandler’s They’re All Gonna Laugh at You on tape (which still works). Needless to say, my young mind was blown by the toilet humor and aggressive musical risks. While it seems almost silly to not have more associated with this song, the honest truth is that it’s just youthful nostalgia. I listened to it a hundred times on the bus, and I still have memories of seeing people with this album on in my ears. Not always this track, of course. But that’s for another post.