Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Barbarism begins at home

Tuesday morning, 7:30 am.
I am keeping my son occupied whilst my husband prepares baby cereal and absently whistles a few bars of something familiar.
I think very hard for a couple of seconds.

"Are you whistling 'Chubby Little Loser'?"

"No. I'm whistling 'C*nts Are Still Running the World."



"That's much better."


Tanea said...

Ahahahahaha. Obessssssessssed!

Emma said...

Ms. Tanea, I do not refute the obsession; however it should be pointed out that *I* am not the party who was whistling Mr. Cocker's rather profanely-chorused song. That was my husband. My first thought was that he had been whistling David Bowie's unfortunate song about Ricky Gervais's character on Extras("Pug, pug!/Pug, pug!"). As you read yourself, he rejected this notion.

And if you don't believe me you can look it up on the Paul Newman Search Engine... I think they stil have that in the Borders at the Howard Hughes Center...

Tanea said...

Touche, old friend.