The roof was on fire

30Sep06

I just remembered one of the highlights of last night’s “moving party.” The chaplain was telling a story about travelling to Croatia, when the background music interrupted him with:

The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. We don’t need water let that mother-f—er burn. Burn mother-f—er, burn.

I bit my tongue to suppress a giggle but apparently this was okay as the chaplain chuckled as he tried to keep his train of thought. The host later explained that he had recently recovered a hard drive of music from his graduate school days and had set his MP3 program to play songs at random (including Bloodhound Gang’s Fire, Water, Burn apparently!). It was refreshing to see this side of the faculty, something I would not have had the chance to do in most US universities.



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