Catchy Ditties

I have a bizarre form of Tourette syndrome; Singing Tourettes. Songs, commercials, sitcoms, cartoons...the good ones just pop out of my mouth. ...WELL, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire. I have no control. It just comes out. In the office. At lunch. While shtuping the slut of the month.

A fun place to get a case of singing Tourettes is the grocery store. Especially in a crowd of vegetable shoppers...Volare, oh oh, E contare, oh oh oh oh. God forbid I catch a Pete's Smoked Meat commercial on the radio on the morning drive. I'll easily say you can't beat Pete's meat 50 times that day. With Gilligan...the Skipper too. Luckily, I've rarely remembered more than the first paragraph to anything so...I shot the Sheriff, but I did not shoot the Deputy...