Out of the blue the other day, my brother sent me a text that said, "No matter what, don't even THINK about John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt."
My brother lives in LA, and we communicate mostly by playing a never-ending game of "text-tag".
In "text-tag", the rule is to A) make someone laugh B) one-up the last text tag.
Now I have to think of something to get him back with (and one-up him). I can't just, you know, send a photo of my dog's butt. It has to be smarter and better than his text. And he got me good because that STUPID John Jingleheimer song has been stuck in my head for DAYS now, and it won't go away.
It's a kindergarden song or something... If you don't know it, go here.
Or actually don't, because it will infect your skull like it has mine.
Once in awhile I think of something about the Cubs, otherwise it's all "John Jacob Jinglehei..."
And now that you've read this, you might be doing the same.
Well, lets see... maybe The Riot is actually gonna go to arbitration after all. I'm truly sick of even touching my snow shovel today. And Jacque Jones signed with the... Twins or Indians or something AL.