I can’t get the song “I can’t fight this feeling anymore” by Air Supply out of my head.
So, I’m trying to make the best of it by fighting various things besides “this feeling.”
For instance, for the past hour, I’ve been fighting “this robot.” Before that, in honor of Frank J. I was fighting “this ninja” and “this monkey.”
What should I fight next?
Huh/// That’s kinda far away from the “Cumberland Blues” earworm I have in mine. Must be a different Genus or something.
Perhaps you need to listen to REO SPEEDWAGON since its their song from the album “You can tune a piano, but can’t tuna fish”
How about “these morons” since “these democrats” has too many syllables. And why does “syllables” have so many syllables? It’s almost as bad as abbreviated!
I guess you could fight “these long words…”
Note: Some people might think I’m suggesting surrender to the dems. On the contrary, I just mean it’s not necessary to fight anymore, since they’ve aptly demonstrated that their antics have little power to affect us while being highly effective at destroying themselves.
Sorry, I couldn’t resist… 😉
I can’t fight this sinking feeling that my life is a lie… a dirty, shameful lie. I’ve forgotten why I got out of bed for. I’m going to crawl across the floor, into my mouth whisky I will pour… because I can’t fight this sinking feeling that my life is a lie anymore.
Hippy,
Hobo,
French’man’
I suggest “Murtha” and “Sheehan” – just don’t stop fighting them until you’ve beaten them to a pulp.
Picture Nardo or Frisky …
I can’t fight this catnip anymore.
I can’t bite this pull-string anymore.
Make a music video in your head, complete with colored trails, dancing paper towel rolls, whatever you think runs through their furry little minds.
After a few shots for you and a few lines o’ nip for the tribbles with cat attachments, this is possible. Even desirable. It’s Friday. Go for it, Tink!
I can’t fight these retards anymore.
I can’t fight this kitty anymore.
Apologies to REO Speedwagon:
“I can’t fight these moonbats any longer.
And yet I’m still afraid to let them roam.
What started apathetic,
Has grown stronger.
I only wish I had the strength to send them home.
I tell myself they can’t stay dumb forever.
I said some reason surely must appear.
Cause their lameness increases when together.
They run in the wrong direction,
Even when the facts are clear…
(Moving the rest of this to my own backyard…you’ve now spread the infection…)
When I get earworm, I just imagine how Metallica or Marilyn Manson would perform it. This usually works well, and is particularly amusing when I get the earworm from watching The Wiggles with my kids.
Actually it’s REO Speedwagon from their 1984 album “Wheels are Turnin'”.
How about if you fight for the right to party?
An ad for Depends–I can’t fight the peeing any more?
This dick.
Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. The joke from the Snoop Dogg album jumped into my head.