PoCo for Life

Christmas in southern Indiana - (Kentuckiana for those in the know) would be culturally educational for many. This year, we learned an endearing new term at the McConville family xmas - "PoCo for Life". PoCo being Posey County, Indiana - where no one thought twice of naming a county "Posey" and where parents dream of GEDs for ALL their kids.

The term seems to be a quaint carryover of my (now college-degreed, I swear) 23 yr old niece's high school years. And just to give you some context, I think Levi Johnston, the father of Bristol Palin's baby, (and especially his mother) are honorary "PoCo for Life".

And the term seems inextricably linked to synthetic urine - of the drug-test-fooling variety. Apparently, the MOST eligible bachelors in PoCo are the ones with a synthetic urine subscription...presumably allowing them to smoke dope with abandon? I guess the boffo combo of a quarter bag AND a job (that drug tests, no less) makes you hot property in PoCo. (What!??! - you guys didn't talk about the same thing on YOUR Christmas morning???)

Which is how we came up with the following ditty about my brother - sung to the theme from the Beverly Hillbillies:

Come and listen to a story 'bout a man in PoCo
Poor engineer should've moved a while ago
Then one day he was talking with his daughter
and UP came the case of the big ol' fake water
(urine that is, fake pee, synthetic piss)

Please tell my niece's boyfriend is not REALLY Seth Rogan.