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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

entry arrow11:49 PM | Last Song Syndrome

One lazy Sunday afternoon, while walking down Hibbard Avenue to home in Tubod...

Mark: (starts singing out of the blue) Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky...

Me: (starts singing as well) Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same...

Mark: There's a green one and a pink one...

Me: And a blue one and a yellow one...

Mark: And they're all made out of ticky-tacky, and they're all made of clay.

Me: (looks at Mark) I think it ends with "... all look just the same."

Mark: "They're all made of clay" sounds better.

Me: I can't stop singing this song!

Mark: Here's your cure... (starts singing again) 'Coz everybody is kung fu fighting!...

Me: (starts singing again as well) ... Your mind becomes fast as lightning... Arrrg!

Mark and I are watching way too much TV.

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