Rock-a-bye Otis, in the tree top,
Drank too much shine, didn't know when to stop;
If he keeps drinking, Otis will fall,
And down will come Otis and moonshine and all.

Cheer up, Otis. It's 6.00 am tomorrow in Australia so I can see your future. Thursday is certainly a better day than the one you're … Read more

I'll rock you to sleep. Now, let me find a big rock.

Put it this way, the last person who tickled me, even after I told him to stop, ended up in a steel garbage bin. Painfully.

And yeah, it really happened.