Out, out damned spot.

Not so much a spot as a self-generated earworm.

So, this exists. And, because I have an overactive filk gland, it's been noodling around my head as:

BROS, YEAH, DUDES AND BROS, YEAH, DUDES AND BROS
(FUCKIN' DUDES AND BROS, FUCKIN' DUDES AND BROS)

... which gets old, even if it does fit fairly well with grilling and yard work. I just want it out of my frigging brain when I lift this afternoon.

(speaking of lifting, handstand pushups remain difficult)( Read more... )