My officemate and I used to play a game. It was called
Guess Which Really Annoying Song is in My Head and Then I’ll Sing it for You.
But, wonderful officemate quit a few months ago and today, I have the entire soundtrack to Gigi stuck in my head and no one to torture with it.
Gigi??
I mean, come on! I know it could be worse. I could be stuck with Seven Brides for Seven Brothers or The Music Man. But still, I woke up so sick that I’m screaming for a mercy killing, I have a million things to do for the Retirement part from Hell tonight and I can’t get “Thank heaven for little girls….” out of my DayQuil-filled head long enough to complete even the simplest tasks.
Fucking Gigi.
“without them what would little boys do…..”
If somebody actually had been “fucking Gigi” it would have been a better show
And yes it could have been much, much worse. There are all those Lloyd Webber shows still out there!
HA!!!
Seriously! Instead, she just went around being misunderstood the whole time. If she’d gotten a proper shag, it would have been a better movie.
Gigi… lol sounds like a high kicking, high priced escort.
Suffice it to say… have never seen the movie or heard the soundtrack.
Come over and we’ll watch it. And then Meet Me in Saint Louis.
“ah yes, i remember it well…”
um, those are the only two songs i remember from gigi. no, crap, wait, how about “the night we got drunk on champagne”? is that in there? (or did i make that title up…grrrr)
The Night They Invented Champagne!!
Are Ben and Jerry invited too!?!?!?
Oh god! I did that with an old coworker too and our favorite song to hate was “Turn on Your Heart Light” by Neal Diamond!!
My favorite part of that movie was the slutty girlfirend who’s sleeping with her skating instructor:
“She’s so gay tonight… she’s on fire tonight.
She is not thinking of me!”
Better Gigi than Gigli…
You know, I don’t think I’ve ever been bothered by the “endless song loop in my head” phenomenon. I do it to myself, if I can. I guess the difference is if you like the song or want it in your head at the time.
Christ. You had to say The Music Man, didn’t you?
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