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Instructions unclear, I collaborated and listened.
I see where you went wrong. You added “that little ting.” Makes it completely different.
It’s oka-aay!
Okay-chee-moya!
Far from the streets of my people!
It’s the terror of knowing what this world is about, watching some good friends screaming "Let me out!”
Wasn’t Tom meant to be Nick until they realised they’d have to pay the author of that episode for every episode of Voyager?
You can’t prove a thing!
This guy SUUUUUCKS!
I don’t see it
Jaxo is looking at him with the 'damn it, I still thought you were going to start Ice Ice Baby…" expression.
Great, now it’s going to be stuck in my head.
Guess it beats hearing the same damn Christmas songs over and over.
When I worked retail I would take any earworm during the holidays that wasn’t Christmas music
It’s currently jumbling around alongside “Murder at the 18th st garage” and “My Evil Plan”, only occasionally getting cut into by Mariah or Wham.
(Apologies if anyone here saw me tell this story before.) I worked at a video arcade during Christmas in the 90s. I worked every single day, at least 8 hours a day- never got overtime either, but that’s another story- they had a VHS tape they got from the company every month that had music videos, cartoons, etc. on it. It was on a 1-hour loop. That was the year All I Want For Christmas Is You came out. I literally heard it hundreds of times that month.
I want Mariah Carey to die of an extremely painful rectal prolapse. Like the whole intestinal system just flies right out her ass and she dies horribly. That’s how much I hate her because of that song.
Hahaha!! Oh hell, I feel it. Whoever decided that looped videos and music like that, that the employees can’t get away from, should have a special place dedicated to them. It should be considered a form of human torture to put employees through that.
You know what worked for me? Getting passably good at singing the Bowie parts. It’s like the parts that want to get stuck are in opposition with the Bowie parts and there’s some mental tussling then suddenly the song is over and you’re free.
It also works well at confusing the shit out of people at parties who all want to sing along yet seemingly never got the memo that the song is a duet.
I can’t take the phrase “under pressure” seriously anymore. Same with “sound the alarm”.
