The Ontario Emperor has this
interesting post about comparing Deadheads, Parrotheads, and..... Claymates.
Claymates?? (I hear most of you asking) Yes, Claymates; as in
rabid zealots fans of
American Idol singer Clay Aiken. (Think Englebert Humperdink without the testosterone. Or, a latter-day Jim Neighbors).
Since we have every song Jimmy Buffet released,
and we have jobs, I guess me and the wife are Parrotheads. Though,
Touch of Grey did become my anthem post-Katrina.