Oh, make it stop,
I agree, that’s pretty bad. Nevertheless, count your self lucky you only seem to have one going at a time. For the past three days I have had some kind of manic jukebox playing snatches at random. Here’s Pavarotti wheezing his way through the beginning of Che gele la manina, only to switch abruptly to somewhere part way through the The Internationale – how’s that for a non sequitur? Failing which, I might get a bit of the Mikado proposing to let the punishment fit the crime or Doris Day impersonating a Lonely Little Robin. I tried to reset it just before bed last night by listening to the entire Beethoven 6th, which seemed to work – until I woke up this morning to – TADA- Pavarotti! I think I’ll go find a lake to jump into.
From an elderly flatus:
That’s just evil, leaving a sound bomb like that laying around.
I wonder if Phyllis McGuire still misses her Mafia paramour Sam Giancana?
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