Say after me....it's no better to be safe than sorry
Some times you just have one of those days where you need to listen to 'Come On Eileen' three or four..dozen or so times in a row. Seven or eight years ago I knew a broad named Eileen. I despised her. It's a good thing I stopped despising her six or seven years ago, or else I'd have to pick another song to refer to as 'my jam'. Oh, and I knew a chick named Eileen last year as well. I almost forgot about that. I wanted to hate her, but I couldn't. She was too damn smart for an eighteen year old.