Okay, this is basically an IM conversation, verbatim, but I'm only posting it because I'm asking for your help. If you have any idea what I'm talking about and can shed some light on things, please do comment:
Joe: Hey Tara, feel like answering the goofiest question you've ever answered?
Tara: Of course.
Joe: Okay, you know that kid's song about "such-and-such, sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g?"
Tara: Yes. "First comes love. Then comes marriage. Then comes [x] with a baby carriage."
Joe: Right. When you were a kid, was there a verse after "baby in a baby carriage"?
Joe: Shit. Okay. Because apparently only at my school, that was followed by "Suckin' his thumb, wettin' his pants, doing the [hula-hula? hoochie-coochie? I can't remember] dance."
Tara: What? That makes no sense.
Joe: And I wanted to refer to that second verse in the recap, but I looked it up and no one else apparently knows about that second verse.
Tara: No. I feel you made that up.
Joe: Babies do the hoochie-coochie dance! What?
Tara: I reject your childhood memories.
Joe: It's as valid as the "what's your boyfriend's first name" addendum to the Happy Birthday song!
Tara: The what?!
Joe: OH MY GOD
Tara: Where did you grow up, on the moon?
Joe: Where DID I grow up?
Tara: Are you an alien sent here to blend in but supplied with bad information?
Joe: I'm suddenly very concerned. Was I placed among the rest of you by monks?
Tara: Yes, WERE YOU?
Joe: WHO AM I??
Tara: THAT IS WHAT I AM ASKING YOU, JOE. OR SHOULD I SAY "DON"?
Joe: I will CUT MY ARMS UNTIL THEY BLEED HUMAN BLOOD! And then run away with the blonde vampire, uh...Pike.
Tara: That's not you, that's your sis...BROTHER.
Joe: This is so fucked up.
Okay, aside from my bi-weekly delving into Buffy-related faggery...am I the crazy one here? Tara IS Canadian, after all. Does nobody recall the "suckin' his thumb, wettin' his pants" verse of the K-I-S-S-I-N-G song? No one? Am I just making shit up entirely? Was it just my East Aurora cousins fucking with me? At this point, it's not even about the recaps. I just need to know I didn't grow up on the weirdest Amish farm in America.