In honor of April Fool’s Day and because sometimes you just need to smile…
I hate it when I’m singing along with the radio and the artist gets the words wrong.
My neighbors listen to some excellent music…whether they like it or not.
I can’t understand how people get eaten by sharks…can’t they hear the music?
What’s more embarrassing than having your cell phone blast out a song at a funeral?
If it’s playing “I Will Survive”.
What’s more embarrassing than having your cell phone blast out a song at a funeral for a woman named Susan?
If it’s playing “Wake Up Lil’ Susie”.
If you choose to listen to music at work, make it a live album. That way, no matter what you do, you’ll get applause every three or four minutes.
Do you really think that turning down the music in your car will help you find a street sign?
I wish my life had background music so I could figure out what’s going on.
I don’t sing in the shower…I perform!
Singing in the shower is all fun and games until you get shampoo in your mouth. Then it’s just…
…wait for it…
…wait for it…
a soap opera.
(And no, I will NOT apologize for that one. A good groan is just as much fun as a laugh.)
I love to sing, and I love to drink scotch. Most people would rather hear me drink scotch.
It doesn’t matter how old you are or how smart you are, you’re still going to sing the ABC’s in your head to figure out which letter comes next. And yes, “ELEMENO” is one word.
You never know just how dirty a song’s lyrics are until you hear a 6-year-old sing them.
Sometimes I look at people and start singing in my head…”If I Only Had a Brain”.
I don’t always sing and bob my head to the beat when I’m in the car, but when I do I quit and act normal at stop lights.
A look inside my brain:
2% Phone numbers
5% Stuff I learned in school
90% Song lyrics
And last (and probably least):