I make my own fun.

[fuzzybluemonkeys]

So, I read this article.

And this is what ensued.


We're lost, we're lost,
We don't know where we are,
And Jack won't ask for directions.

Now, Locke may ask for directions,
But he follows them wrong,
And we're stuck in the middle of the ocean.

We're on an island somewhere,
We really just don't know,
Some of us would like to stay,
But some just want to go...

And we're dying, every night,
And we're dying, left and right,
And we're dying at a frightening rate,
And if you're not dead you're in love with Kate.

Dude. We're lost. Dude. We're lost,
And those numbers are quite freaky,
So we'll just have to go Dharma crackers.

Now, the Others are mysterious,
But they can't get along,
And the boat wasn't sent by Penny.

We're on this island waiting,
For what we just don't know,
Babies don't get born here,
But the Black Smoke says, "Hello."

And we're killing, every night,
And we're killing, left and right,
And we're killing, it's such a shame,
But if we get in trouble, we've got Ben to blame.