my brain, with string cheese
Today's "Welcome to my brain" moment:
At my work, I burn CDs using a program called Roxio. Every single time I use it, it reminds me of the old commercial jingle for Polly-o string cheese that went "Yo! Polly-o!" (The guys in the commercial were supposed to be cool rappers or something?) So my brain is happily singing "Yo! Roxio!", and from there, it suddenly occurred to me that the phrase "polly-o string cheese" has the exact same rhythm as "Eleanor Rigby". You can guess what's playing in my brain right now. I'm shocked that Polly-o has not yet jumped on this marketing opportunity.
Similarly, you wouldn't believe how many three-syllable words there are that can be substituted in for "erotic" in Madonna's "Erotica" song. It's disturbing.
Okay, time to get out the ipod.
This post brought to you by the same brain who brought you disturbing little penis songs.
At my work, I burn CDs using a program called Roxio. Every single time I use it, it reminds me of the old commercial jingle for Polly-o string cheese that went "Yo! Polly-o!" (The guys in the commercial were supposed to be cool rappers or something?) So my brain is happily singing "Yo! Roxio!", and from there, it suddenly occurred to me that the phrase "polly-o string cheese" has the exact same rhythm as "Eleanor Rigby". You can guess what's playing in my brain right now. I'm shocked that Polly-o has not yet jumped on this marketing opportunity.
Similarly, you wouldn't believe how many three-syllable words there are that can be substituted in for "erotic" in Madonna's "Erotica" song. It's disturbing.
Okay, time to get out the ipod.
This post brought to you by the same brain who brought you disturbing little penis songs.