“But don’t tell my heart, my achy breaky heart, I just don’t think he’d understand.”
Despite my struggles to suppress the hateful tune, it warbles repeatedly from my throat like a demented lark.
“It’s called an earworm,” my co-worker snickers. “You’re welcome.”
Drunk on Life 
Damn, now I’ve got it…it’s contagious!!!
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Maybe Billy Ray will make a comeback!
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Damn ear worms.
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I pick them up very easily. I’m always singing something to myself. Sometimes I forget and project. 😦
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Love the warbling lark metaphor. Thank goodness, this tune is currently inaccessible in my mental files. 🙂
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It’s actually a true story. The “co-worker” was a fellow bartender. He used to earworm the other bartenders just as it started getting busy and you were powerless for revenge. His other favorite was “Oh Mickey, you’re so fine, you’re so fine you blow my mind, hey Mickey!”
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Ha! I had just found out today that Billy Ray Cyrus apparently once ate at the restaurant me and my Dad have lunch at on Thursdays now and had this tune going through my head since then…
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You’re welcome!
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Lol- demented lark.
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That’s the only kind of lark that would sing achy breaky heart.
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