My elder sister is trying to kill me. With. An. William. Hung's. Song.
God! Spare my poor ears! He is so out of tune I have no words to describe! It was R.Kelly's I believe I can fly. That was a nice song. Was. Now my fond memory of that song is replaced by William Hung's singing. I am deeply traumatized. And I do not think I'll ever recover from it.
Everyone says goodbye to the old Sandy. Now, I fear the beginning notes of that song. I would jump, cringe, proceed to tear my hair out. In another words, I become a panicky rabbit.
God?! Is this how my life would be for the rest of my life? Living in constant fear of a SONG? I'll go commit seppuku now.
God! Spare my poor ears! He is so out of tune I have no words to describe! It was R.Kelly's I believe I can fly. That was a nice song. Was. Now my fond memory of that song is replaced by William Hung's singing. I am deeply traumatized. And I do not think I'll ever recover from it.
Everyone says goodbye to the old Sandy. Now, I fear the beginning notes of that song. I would jump, cringe, proceed to tear my hair out. In another words, I become a panicky rabbit.
God?! Is this how my life would be for the rest of my life? Living in constant fear of a SONG? I'll go commit seppuku now.
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