Lol, she was helping you. She thought you didnt know the lyics.

Walk out with your pants still down and stare into their eyes lovingly as you finish the song. Then pull up your pants, punch them in their face, and steal their purse. For bonus points, lick their ear.

Changed my mind, here's my new suggestion for a medley... Start with "Push" by Matchbox 20, then a few bars of "There she goes" by 6 Pence none the richer. Quickly follow this up with the chorus from "Slipped Away" by Avril Lavigne, then smoothly segue into Evanescence1's "Going Under" as you flush. Sometimes, for a laugh, as I leave the stall I double over and hum a little bit of "Oops, I did it again". Brittney Spears FTW!

I gues u looked kinda whory

What song

If i wuz there id start singing and dancing while sitting down. While sitting on the pot backwards

Just go with the flow...////////

How is that a FML? That's an epic win. I find that hilarious.

Not relevant to the FML, just made me think of it. Poop always makes me think of it. Poop FTW! J.D.: Hey, Ms. Miller -- we just need a stool sample Patti: Why do you need a stool sample if you think I'm just a nut? Turk & JD: 'Cause the answer's not in your head, my dear -- it's in your butt! J.D.: You see.... Everything comes down to poo! From the top of your head, to the sole of your shoe We can figure out what's wrong with you by lookin' at your poo! Turk? Turk: Do you have a hemorrhoid or is it rectal cancer? When you flush your dookie down, you flush away the answer! J.D.: It doesn't really matter if it's hard or if it's loose We'll figure out what's ailing you, as long as it's a deuce! Yes! Everything comes down to poo! Nurses: Everything comes down to poo! J.D.: Cardiovascular and lymphatic, yes, the nervous system, too! All across the nation, we trust in defecation! Everything comes down to poo! Turk: If you want to know what's wrong, don't sit and act so cool Just be a man and eat some bran, and drop the kids off at the pool! Robed Woman: My stomach hurts J.D: Check the poo Limping Woman: I sprained my ankle Turk: Check the poo! Bloody Shoulder Guy: I was shot! J.D: Check the poo! Delivery Guy: A homeless guy threw poo in my eye! Turk: Check the poo! Delivery Guy: Mine or his? J.D: First him, then you! It may sound gross, you may say "shush!" J.D. & Turk: But we need to see what comes out of your tush! Because! All: Everything comes down to poo! Whether it's a tumor or a touch of the flu! J.D. & Turk: Please, won't you pinch us off a big, fat clue! Turk: Our number one test is your Number Two! All: If there's no breeze, light a match please! Everything comes down to -- J.D.: Doo-doo! Turk: Doo-doo! J.D.: Doo-doo! Turk: Doo-doo! All: Everything comes down to ... poo!

Bet it was the golden road to texas.