Me: Ummm… (thinking to myself – what song do I NOT want him to ruin for me?)
B: Come on! Think of something country.
Me: Desperado
B: Desperado! Why don’t you come to your senses? You’ve been out riding fences… (Sung as if he was giving an American Idol audition until SUDDENLY, like a Blake Lewis wannabe, the song turns into a beatbox version complete with dance moves).
B: Okay, now give me a love song!
Me: Groovy Kind of Love
B: (Launches into a 5-minute monologue wherein he is Delilah of sappy-love-song radio fame and her caller who is explaining her epiphany about love. I wish I’d had a recorder, because it was completely hysterical! He ended the monologue with the caller asking for “Groovy Kind of Love” only to be told by Delilah that she doesn’t know that one.
B: Give me a different love song!
Me: You’re the Inspiration
B: Thank you, but what song do you want? Give me another one!
Me: (Brief pause as I roll my eyes…)
B: Joanie, please say you’ll wait for me… (this is a HORRIBLE old country song by Conway Twitty that he discovered a few months back that he routinely tortures me with).
As I groaned in disgust, he wandered off to the next amusement. Life here is never dull!
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