A Little Sympathy, please...

I'm sitting here at work, listening to the instrumental MUZAK version of "The Twelve Days of Christmas". Is there any more pointless song to play without vocals?

What's next, the instrumental version of "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall"?

Help me.

Comments

Pam said…
A little help headed your way. Something to take your mind off of the Muzak for a bit.

Tag, you're it! Details on my blog.
December 16, 2006 at 4:05 PM
supergirlest said…
OH NO!!!!!!!! 'tis a fate worse than death!

i know i shouldn't laugh, but the thought of an instrumental version of 99 bottles of beer sent me to the floor in hysterics.
December 16, 2006 at 4:09 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh I feel your pain my friend.

Just don't jump.
December 16, 2006 at 9:44 PM
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