The downside to letting the kids listen to Radio Disney in the new car has become perfectly apparent today. The boy has been hearing promos for High School Musical 2 for months. And I decided that he could stay up late last night and watch the premier showing. Now I have had all those damn songs stuck in my head ALL DAY LONG.
The next person who asks "What Time Is It?" might get stabbed in the freaking head with a screwdriver. Got it?
That's right, Disney bitches, it's time to do some bodily harm for getting your catchy pop tunes all jammed up in my brain.
But the upside is Zac and his pals have given me a new reason to whine about life. So this blog must live on a while longer.
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So, I just gotta know...
WHAT TIME IS IT??? Is the talker running around singing this song.. Oh, I hope so!!
YOU, the short trucker.
You just got bumped to first in line for an eye stabbing.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
Until then Mike, it is all fun and games, right..at least until I get my eye poked out!
Does anybody know what time it is?
Does anybody really care?
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