Always hum 'furry flowers' to the tune of 'crazy horses' when I pass the pulsatilla in my garden. Whether or not the 'hawoo hawoo' follows depends on how good a day it is
Tough on people who don’t follow you but who somehow feel the need to reply to you saying they don’t like the thing you like; tough on the causes of people who don’t follow you but who somehow feel the need to reply to you saying they don’t like the thing you like.
Marvellous. I fear there's a thread, nay a book, in this sort of thing. A friend used to help is very young daughter put her shoes on while they sang 'You Do Your Buckles Up' to the tune of 'You Do The Hucklebuck'
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(farting comes later)
Beans on toast 🎶
No touching, please...