It worries me when it all starts making sense. Hope you get things straightened out, though.
Ok, now for a bit of super random...
Let me take you all along on the train that brought me to this totally random thought:
As I'm walking in to the building, I glance at the window of a teacher's classroom and see said teacher.
This teacher always calls me "Colonel" and yesterday he was calling me "A hater." (all in good fun!)
So in my mind's eye, I hear him say, "Colonel! Don't be a hater!"
I think to myself, "Actually, I like Bill Hader. He's probably one of the few cast members of SNL that I don't hate, even if he does a bad impression of Vincent Price."
"Vincent Price...Vincent Price... hmmm..."
Sung to the tune of Herod's Song:
So, you are the Price, you're the great Vincent Price.
Turn this water into terror; Prove to me that you're no slob;
If you do that for me, then I'll let you go free.
Come on, King of the Macabre.
Seriously, did my mother drop me on my head as a baby?
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