You are truly evil. I didn't click the link and the damn thing is in my head, and I'm LISTENING TO OTHER MUSIC!
Your poor, poor sweetie...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Really I am. I'm so sorry.
Please pay no attention to my manic giggling! I'm really very sorry. Really.
Ha ha! I am immune to your wiles.
Four years as a summer camp counselor means that not only can i ignore earworming, I can sing earworms without even hearing them!
It happened to me too! Just like that!
*shakes fist at Beemer*
As punishment for my misdeeds, I now have Talk Dirty To Me by Poison running through my head. So you can probably consider vengeance wreaked.
Except now I have THAT! Grrrr...
Wow. That is proper punishment.
Those are some pretty sophisticated puppets they're swinging around. I mean, who has those sorts of things kicking around in their attic? Those kids must be really bored...
Those are very, very, awesome marionettes. The guy behind them, Bill Baird, is from Mason City, Iowa. (The *only* reason I know *anything* about him.) The art museum has them on display. They're even more awesome up close. anyway, yeah, bored kids with rich father. Or something.
And, so, I didn't.
I'm reminded of Sulu's Kobayashi Maru.
Seriously, nothing can make me click that link. Nothing. You are evil for trying.
I'll punch the evil out of Beemer if you click that link. Deal?
I don't want
you to click the link! Its not like it's a harmless little rickroll or something, it's The Lonely Freakin' Goatherd
and you DO NOT WANT!PUT YOUR MOUSE DOWN AND STEP AWAY FROM THE LINK*! DON'T CLICK IT, I TELL YOU, DO NOT CLICK THE LINK!*the shiny, shiny candy-like link...
Excellent Ren & Stimpy reference. But no clicky.
Rosemary hit the whole family tonight with what I consider to be the most insidious earworm: The Chicken Dance. Don't start humming it to yourself... DON'T!!
You are mean.
One word: macarena.
Who Let the Dogs Out?
So I clicked the link to test my resistance (and because I couldn't quite remember which song was the Lonely Goatherd). And got it stuck in my head, as expected.
What's really impressive is that I woke up this morning, and it's _still_ stuck in my head. Wow.
Damn you, sirrah. I don't even need to click, and I've got o/~ High on a hill stood a Kung-Fu Monkey o/~ stuck in my head.
Oh... dammit. Now you've changed the lyrics and I can't stop hearing it that way.
And it's back in my head again.