Somebody on the drunk thread said we should start modifying old theme songs to fit in around here. I offer a contribution not of my own, but thought it was worthy in it's own right. Now this is the story all about how My sled got flipped turned upside down. I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there I'll tell you how I took a bad turn, and caught mad air In Soviet Georgia, born and raised On the ice luge is where I spent most of my days. Chillin out, luging, relaxin all cool, Takin Russian hostages inside a school. When a couple of Reds who were up to no good, Started drivin tanks into my neighborhood. One separatist movement and my mom got scared, And said "you're going to Vancouver to catch mad air." I waited for my start and when it came near, the course ran fast and I had some fear. If anything I could say this course was rare, But I thought to myself, Yo Nodar! Catch air! I slid up to turn number seven or eight, and yelled to my trainer, "Comrad, I cant steer!" Flew into a pole and I was finally there! Killed myself while trying to catch mad air! Focus: Your turn, what do you got?