Muskrat, Muskrat, candle light
Doin' the town and doin' it right
in the evenin'
It's pretty pleasin'
I can’t get the Muskrat Love (1972 by Captain and Tennille) song out of my head. It has been stuck in there for the past week. I don’t really know what triggered it. I know I’m losin’ my frickin mind! It is as if I want to play Whack-a-Mole but inside my own brain. Somebody call House!
It is like the corniest song EVER played in the history of all mankind. Watch the music video and get sick for yourself. If you do, write to me and tell me if you don't just want to BITCH SLAP Tennille (she's probably in her '70's by now so that would be very very wrong). And what's up with Captain? Why is he just sitting there while rats run all over him? What's with his face? Why no expression? What up with that?
It is so NOT RIGHT and I’m disgusted with myself (huuuuuuuurl!), but I can’t stop singing it. This sucks. Stress manifests itself in different ways.... My family knew it would come to this one day.....
PHUCK the muskrats!!!!
Who am I - Ally McBeal????
Disclaimer: This post in no way whatsoever reflects anything having to do with the previous post dated November 17th in reference to the illegal (display) of mind-altering drugs.