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."
"Ah."
"Yes."
"That's much better."
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
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3 comments:
Ahahahahaha. Obessssssessssed!
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...
Touche, old friend.
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