The lesser Azazel

All week last week I was plagued by the itchy, demonic, imp of Danzig earworm. Everyday, day after day, “When I’m tired of being uh-live, (don’t try to feed me) all your lies, yeah, and I’m tired of being uh-live...” Ad nauseum, you get the picture, etc. etc etc.

So clever, clever me, on Sunday, decides to attempt to exorcise that nattering screw by soaking my brain in Xuxa on youtube. Apparently there is a movement in Brazil to recognize Xuxa as being a minion of Satan’s. I think I am ready to send them a financial contribution.

“froggy went a-jumping, froggy went a-jumping, he jumped and jumped and jumping and then he jumped again.”