In which I quote myself.

[hoveringsombrero]

As we were walking home from groceries last night.

me: Hey Josh?
J: What?
me: I left a good job in the city ...
J:  (he raises a confused eyebrow at me.)
me: Working for the man, every night and day!
J: AHHH! Shut up, or I'll kick you.
me: ...
J: ...
me: ...
J: (almost starts to hum) DAMN YOU!
me: The chorus totally just started up in your head, didn't it?
J:  I hate you.
me: Rolling! Rolling! (starting to dance) rolling on th...
J: AHHH! SHUT UP!

He then tried to hit me with his soda bottle, which I deftly blocked with my water bottle,
then I had to stop giggling or I was going to pee myself.

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[absinthe-satori.livejournal.com]

My girlfriend once had a severe migraine while an ice-cream truck sat broken down on her block for ages (I think hours), blaring the 2 bars of the ice-cream truck version of "Pop Goes The Weasel."

I only have to hum one bar of it to have a 50% chance of getting it stuck in her head for hours. Muahahahaha. That'll learn her to fuck with me, it will...