the curse I bare is that I heard ‘ice ice baby’ years before I heard ‘under pressure’ for the first time so now every time the song starts playing I will, without fail, for the first 20 or so seconds think to myself ‘why the fuck is ice ice baby playing’ even….when I’m watching a goddamn movie about Freddie Mercury, apparently
When I walk into the mall and see Christmas decorations up the day after Halloween, I feel the same way Hamlet did when his mom married his annoying uncle so shortly after his father’s death.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the Halloween Mars Bars/Did coldly furnish forth the Christmas stockings