Responding with a vast delay to say: I think Pat picked up the MP3s, but I haven't yet retrieved them from her. If you'd like, I'd be happy to send them to you when I've got them, but I wouldn't expect anything too spectacular... some combination of (being incredibly sleep-deprived) + (eating a piece of the alcoholic pie I'd made for Pat, without having eaten anything else first) + (having no tolerance whatsoever... though I swear that the same pie had no effect on me the last time I made it for Amy) led to me being giggly and stupid instead of remotely witty. But the music was probably still good. I hope.

I'd actually forgotten that "tits" was one of the seven forbidden words. It wouldn't have been a problem if I'd called the song by its correct name, but due to my afforementioned stupidity, I think I actually slipped and called it "Tits and Ass". Which not only contains a curse, but also contains NO NUMBERS. Oh, well. No one's fined me. Yet.