Guy: So you can come up with a song title fitting any tag combination?
Girl: Try me.
Guy: Lesbian voyeurism one-hit wonder mash-up.
Girl: "I wish that Stacey's Mom had Jessie's Girl."
<<silence>>
Guy: Well, that was one, but-
Girl: "When you Come On Eileen I touch myself."
Guy: Okay, wow.
{{Title-text: I love Eileen
and want you to love her
When you're around
I'm one floor above her
If you could see
just how much I adore her
Oh, that pretty red dress
I'd do anything for her
(Too ra loo ra too ra loo rye ayy)}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.