Worms from my ear
Jun. 29th, 2009 03:30 pmTwo weeks ago, my sister gave me a copy of Barack Obama's book. I've been reading it on and off ever since.
Two nights ago, after I got home from Fredonia and Eleanor from work, we had dinner in the back yard. Refreshing beverages were consumed.
Later that night, it rained. A lot.
Last night, Eleanor brought me a copy of a book that could now only be described as Wet Dreams from My Father.
But wait.... it gets worse.
The words she chose to bring it to me with were, "You left the President out in the rain."
If your brain is not already earworm-infected just by hearing that sentence, as mine was, I implore you: Do not.... repeat NOT,... click this cut.
Wow. You're more of a glutton for punishment than I thought.
Needless to say, this has been stuck in my head ever since. Complete with the bass lines I still remember from playing it on bass clarinet in high school wind ensemble.
If only Snape had been there in 1967.
Two nights ago, after I got home from Fredonia and Eleanor from work, we had dinner in the back yard. Refreshing beverages were consumed.
Later that night, it rained. A lot.
Last night, Eleanor brought me a copy of a book that could now only be described as Wet Dreams from My Father.
But wait.... it gets worse.
The words she chose to bring it to me with were, "You left the President out in the rain."
If your brain is not already earworm-infected just by hearing that sentence, as mine was, I implore you: Do not.... repeat NOT,... click this cut.
Wow. You're more of a glutton for punishment than I thought.
Needless to say, this has been stuck in my head ever since. Complete with the bass lines I still remember from playing it on bass clarinet in high school wind ensemble.
If only Snape had been there in 1967.
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