Today's earworm, courtesy of the Violent Femmes.
No... not a bunch of pissed off drag queens. These guys:
During the last really bad storm (when the precipitation looked like the stuff in a Slush Puppy machine) it was wicked out. Absolutely treacherous. A semi jack-knifed right (like 50 feet) in front of me. It was the worst weather I can remember driving in.
Yet Spawn and I were on the roads. Sliding, spinning, laughing like escaped mental patients... and listening to "Add It Up" at top volume as we tempted the grim reaper.
Dunno why it's stuck in my head today. But it is.
Now I wanna do donuts.