My first internet girlfriend’s email address was email@example.com. I moved to London to be with her. She stole my shit and I had to call the cops. It was fucked up. It poisoned me against this song for a long time. But I’ve gotten over it. It’s got a great Bernie B guitar solo that you can sing along to by saying “meow” for each note. That said, while I’ve been able to move on and appreciate this song, I haven’t gotten over being suspicious of girls with hotmail accounts. I only show my doodle to girls with gmail. That’s a fact you can take to the bank.