This little junkie will be going wee wee wee all the way to the Flight of the Conchords concert in the [not so] distant future. Because I am a super geek-pseudo stalker fan, the remainder of this post will consist of double entendres from Conchords lyrics that I will be using throughout the evening (a surprisingly easy task):
*Insert “If you know what I mean” here
Jemaine could sort my recycling*.
(Business Time)
They’re what I’m into*.
(If You’re Into It)
Don’t let anybody tell you they’re not humpable–they’re bumpable*.
(Bret, You’ve Got It Going On)
I wish more than their lyrics were bottomless*.
(Hip-Hopopatomos Vs. Rhymenoceros)
I’d like to check out their boom booms*.
(She’s So Hot, Boom)
I wouldn’t mind them uckin’ with my shi…*
(Mutha-uckas)
I’m drawn in by their grooveatational pull*.
(Bowie)
Maybe I could make an expedition to the south*?
(A Kiss Is Not A Contract)
Their dungarees make me hungry*.
Brett wouldn’t have to hustle to ruffle my truffle*.
(Sugalumps)
There’s just the right number of dicks on the dancefloor*.
(Too Many Dicks on the Dancefloor)
Little Junkies 
I maintain that this post still fits with Hugh Jackman week for two reasons:
1. The guys are from New Zealand, and some of Wolverine was filmed there
2. In Eagle vs. Shark, Jemaine’s character comments on how people often confuse him for Hugh Jackman.
I rest my case!
Australians and New Zealanders really don’t like each other. I’d vote “doesn’t fit with Hugh Jackman” week. Although Hugh would likely not be so tacky as to tell you so. But I will. ‘Cuz I love you. And that’s how I roll…
But my case!? Two points! 😉