Because I was raised through a joint effort by the television and the microwave, I suffer from a certain amount of brain damage. This manifests itself primarily when I wake up in the morning singing theme songs from 80s sitcoms or jingles from commercials. Ergo, I can’t remember my name, but I can remember all the words to the Hershey’s song. This morning, it was the homoerotic Scott Baio vehicle Charles In Charge taking over my brainwaves. Because I like to share the madness, here it is:
Because I was raised through a joint effort by the television and the microwave, I suffer from a certain amount of brain damage. This manifests itself primarily when I wake up in the morning singing theme songs from 80s sitcoms or jingles from commercials. Ergo, I can’t remember my name, but I can remember all the words to the Hershey’s song. This morning, it was the homoerotic Scott Baio vehicle Charles In Charge taking over my brainwaves. Because I like to share the madness, here it is:
And I sing, “I want Charles in charge of me!”
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