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I would like to note for the record that most of these were done to me by my friends.
This first one however, was not. It was a friends stepmom. While on a sailboat, in the water, so I can't go ANYWHERE... blaring Celine Dion
I drove over four hours to visit Slipjig and Rafaela. First thing upon my arrival they decided to play "My Pal Foot Foot by The Shaggs
Slipjig is the same guy who routinely links me to performances of Paralyzed by the Legendary Stardust Cowboy. Right now he is making me listen to "Party In My Tummy" and this has happened MANY times before. Also he made me a mix which included the song "Camel Walk" by Southern Life on the Skids. He is threatening to cue it up right now. And he's singing in a bad falsetto. RIGHT NOW.
Moving along, DALIOUS. Imagine the scene: I am in my car driving to work. It's 9 am. My phone rings. I pull over to answer it because it is Dalious and it might be important. I pick up and hear a gruff voice singing "I've got friends in LOW PLACES!!" Also when his old cell phone rang it played "Beer for my horses."
People derive great pleasure from tormenting me with musical craziness. People suck.
This first one however, was not. It was a friends stepmom. While on a sailboat, in the water, so I can't go ANYWHERE... blaring Celine Dion
I drove over four hours to visit Slipjig and Rafaela. First thing upon my arrival they decided to play "My Pal Foot Foot by The Shaggs
Slipjig is the same guy who routinely links me to performances of Paralyzed by the Legendary Stardust Cowboy. Right now he is making me listen to "Party In My Tummy" and this has happened MANY times before. Also he made me a mix which included the song "Camel Walk" by Southern Life on the Skids. He is threatening to cue it up right now. And he's singing in a bad falsetto. RIGHT NOW.
Moving along, DALIOUS. Imagine the scene: I am in my car driving to work. It's 9 am. My phone rings. I pull over to answer it because it is Dalious and it might be important. I pick up and hear a gruff voice singing "I've got friends in LOW PLACES!!" Also when his old cell phone rang it played "Beer for my horses."
People derive great pleasure from tormenting me with musical craziness. People suck.