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September 18, 2013

The great Scorekeeper supplies 13 ear worms in one post.

From Gawker: "Police in South Carolina arrested a North Charleston woman Monday night after she allegedly stabbed her roommate multiple times for refusing to stop playing music by the classic rock band The Eagles."
Welcome new kid in town to the Hotel California, where there's a peaceful easy feeling and a tequila sunrise, but take it easy.  The roommate said he wants to give "the best of my love." Trust him, because those ain't lyin' eyes. Don't take it to the limit and cause heartache tonight. You'll become a desperado or a witchy woman in the long run.


Yup, it's one of these nights.

Thirteen. - - Don Surber: Daily Scoreboard: September 18, 2013

Now some people might think they can beat the Scorekeeper at summing up the day, but they all find out sooner or later that when they get to where they think he is, he is.....

Fourteen. A bonus.

Posted by gerardvanderleun at September 18, 2013 6:42 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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I stopped at 1:54 and already I want to stab someone.

Posted by: chuck at September 18, 2013 7:37 PM

True story: As a child at our summer/weekend retreat which wasn't much more than a fishing camp for our large family, our neighbor's teens had a boozy party with their friends, with lots of music. Somewhere in the middle of the 8-track tape of "Hot August Nights" the last of them passed out. It played on endlessly at full volume for hours until my sister crept into their home and put it out of our misery.

I can't listen to Neil Diamond w/o gettin' stabby nowadays. And I work in North Charleston.

Posted by: Joan of Argghh! at September 19, 2013 3:07 AM

This is a true story; except for the instances where I and my parents are peppering our speech with Beatles earworms

This happened when I was 11, but I'll still remember it "When I'm 64" I was bopping around the living room listening to the Beatles Revolver album. I guess "I Should Have Known Better" than to be bopping in my bare feet, because "Something" suddenly made me "Twist and Shout". And when I looked down I saw the worst thing I had seen "In My Life" There was a broken off toothpick in my right foot. I realized I needed "Help!" to get my right foot "back on the ground" so I hopped "Helter Skelter" down the hallway on my left foot to the kitchen, where my Dad, who was a physician, was eating lunch.

When I got the the kitchen, my mother said -- "Here Comes the Son" who appears to be in some kind of "Misery." Why do you "Carry The Weight" of your entire body on your left foot? So I said -- "Do You Want To Know a Secret"; I have a toothpick in my right foot.

And Dad said -- "Slow Down" and "Tell me Why" this happened. And I cried and said -- Because "I'm A Loser." And my mother said to Dad -- "Honey, Don't" be so harsh to "This Boy". "You Can't Do That" right now. He needs to go to the hospital. Here, you can "Drive My Car"

So we got to the hospital and Dad and I went into a room and dad grabbed a pair of pliers and said (All Together Now)"We Can Work It Out." Just before he yanked I said -- "I've Got a Feeling" this is going to hurt like hell, oh yeah. And Dad said -- Anytime you feel the pain, "Hey Jude" refrain" (from jerking your foot that is)

And I said "Don't Let Me Down." Then he yanked and I was like -- "Hey Jude", Hey Jude, Waaaaaaaaah! Once the thing was out I looked at the hole in my foot and said -- "I'm Looking Thru You"; you're not the same. Then Dad bandaged my foot singing -- "I'm Fixing a Hole" in my youngest's foot, just to keep his wound from festering."

When all was said and done, Dad showed me the bloody toothpick and I sniffed -- Isn't it good, "Norwegian Wood" Then I said to Dad -- If this happens again, we don't need to drive 6 miles to St Joe's. "Why Don't we Do It In The Road?"

Posted by: Callmelennie at September 19, 2013 9:41 AM


it had to be said.

Posted by: Virgil Caine at September 20, 2013 6:21 AM

Makes me want to Keep On Runnin'.

Posted by: raincityjazz at September 20, 2013 10:05 AM

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