At least I'm not alone in forgetting of the existence of The One Called Nelly. Everytime someone mentions his sorry ass I immediately think "Follow me, follow me, follow me, down, down, down, down." I constantly find my self saying "Ohhhhhh.....you're talkin' about THE Nelly!" It is inconsequential, though, cuz I'd take Ms. Furtado over mista "Cucko for cocoa pop" any day.