Have you heard, about the bird, a ba ba bird bird bird..

Kullanıcı odaklı tasarımıyla kolay bir deneyim sunan bahsegel sadık bir kitleye sahiptir.

Please kill me.

I’ve had the song Surfin Bird in my head for the last 24 hours and it’s starting to drive me a little nuts here. Whenever I have a song stuck in my head like this I usually treat it by listening to the song a few times and it goes away.

Yesterday I brought both versions I have to work to listen to in my headphones and try to ease the pain: The original by Minnesota’s own “The Trashmen” as well as the Ramones rendition of it (one of the best covers of all time in this fella’s opinion).. a billion listens and 24 hours later, I thought it was done.

I was downing a bowl of cereal this morning and suddenly my brain started going like this: bopbopbopbopbopbopbop M-ma-maw maw, boppa m maaw ma maaw bopbopbop m ma maw maw, boppa m maaw ma maaw..

Please. Make it stop. I love this song and all, but it even happened when I was walking into work. I need a break from this.

I always get a little worried when this happens, as I always think of the news story I once read where this guy had the Yes song Owner of a Lonely Heart in his head. Not for a few days – this went on for years and he seriously went nuts. It got to the point where he went in for a lobotomy to silence it. No kidding! I can understand why.. that’s not the best Yes song to have in your head. I bet if it was Long Distance Runaround he wouldn’t have needed a lobotomy at all.

So here I sit with Surfin Bird still in my head, and I didn’t bring those CDs today because I thought I had won the war. There’s a paper clip and blue pen on my desk.. I’m wondering if I could take those up to the men’s room where there’s a decent sized mirror and some sinks with soap dispensers. The perfect envoronment in which to perform some sort of self-lobotomy. Sadly there’s no baby changing station table in there, but I reckon this will be a relatively quick procedure and I hopefully won’t need to lay down.

Providing I remember how to operate the elevator to get to the men’s room, lettuce hope the operation is a success. Bye bye!

bopbopbopbopbopbopbop M-ma-maw maw, boppa m maaw ma maaw bopbopbop m ma maw maw, boppa m maaw ma maaw..

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