Do you think the music teacher who taught me the song “Ging gang goolie” in elementary school realized it would keep me from sleeping thirty years later? And what is the appropriate punishment for that horrible crime?
EDIT: Per request from the comments. My version has some different vowels, which is sort of interesting, but it’s the same otherwise.
It’s 1:09 PM, and I’ve had sixteen hits so far today. This is about a hundred and fifteen off my usual pace, so… taking the day off today, Internet? I guess so.
I still have the aforementioned four thousand words hanging over my head that I referenced yesterday, and my in-laws are coming over for dinner at four, so I’m just as buried in nonsense today as I was yesterday. I think you ought to listen to some music. Today’s theme: earworms: