"Rocky Raccoon" by The Beatles

When I was a Cub Scout leader, we would sell used books at the annual Christmas bazaar of the church where we held our meetings. Aside from all the little trinkets, knick-knacks, crafts, and gifties being sold by grey-haired churchgoers, another group of kids were selling stuffed animals by the front door. They were very skilled, very aggressive salespeople, and it was impossible for me to leave without buying something from them. So, for fifty cents, I got myself a raccoon.

Of course, the only name that came to mind for a stuffed raccoon was Rocky. I'm not even sure if I had heard the Beatles song by that point in my life. But the name Rocky Raccoon was somehow etched into my subconscious.

"Super Orgy Porno Party" by The Planet Smashers

I met him through my best friend in our last year of high school. He sat two seats behind me in both Chemistry and Physics. We were both very good students. We were both still terrified of the opposite sex. And we shared a silly, immature, ridiculous sense of humour. Looking back, I feel bad for the girl who had to sit between us.

That winter, we all went on our school ski trip to Mont Sainte-Anne. A weekend of skiing, Chef Boyardee dinners, and what we naively called partying. In the evening, while the other kids were out getting drunk, exploring their sexuality, playing daredevil, or vandalizing the resort, we were in our condo listening to "Super Orgy Porta-Potty" on repeat.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RGR0IbTd6IQ