Kinda Creepy
John can be considered family for a day, right?
Message on my voicemail (I wish there was a way I could forward it to my email):
John, speaking slowly, not singing:
Skidda marinky dinky dink.
Skidda marinky doo.
I love you.
Skidda marinky dinky dink.
Skidda marinky doo.
I love you.
I love you in the morning.
And in the afternoon.
I love you in the evening.
And underneith the moon.
Oh.
Skidda marinky dinky dink.
Skidda marinky doo.
I love you.
4 comments:
You might regret ever calling John family. I'm not sure how, but I feel like it's going to come back to haunt you.
I clarified... "John can be considered family for a day, right?" Only for the day, it would be scary if John was family forever.
Good. I'm glad you think it's scary, too. For a second I was feeling like a bad friend.
If it's crazy for calling up a friend and speaking a song to them that is reminescent of Sharon, Lois and Braham, then I don't want to be sane.
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