Maggie Gyllenhall, her daughter and her baby daddy Peter Sarsgaard were forced to cut short their Martha's Vineyard vacation this week when Sarsgaard contracted Lyme disease from a tick.
In honor of Sarsgaard, here's this icky song that sees tick hunting as an opportunity for romantic interlude. Frankly, the song's more skin-crawling than the ticks, IMHO. I knew you'd want to hear it.
Awww Phlegmmy, I love that song! I wlays thought it was kinda cute.
ReplyDeleteAD - *L* I still reserve the right to have paroxysms when I hear it, mkay?
ReplyDeleteI'm innocent, leave me alone, I've done nothing wrong!
ReplyDeleteUh - ICK!
ReplyDeleteThat's akin to Prince Charles wishing he was Camilla's Tampax, isn't it?
ICK.
gag, gag A
ReplyDeleteHey, hey ... the only station we get half decently out here plays that song a LOT. Mark recently noted "This Wall Street Journal has a list of current top C&W songs and I am now seriously freaking because I could probably hum a few bars of each of them." I guess we can kiss off Ralph (Raif!) Vaughan Williams for good. Yeehaw!
ReplyDeletetickersoid - you wanted punishing
ReplyDeletesudiegirl - ew - yeah, kinda similar - it's all yucky!
sis - my revenge for you inflicting that Clay Gayken crap on me!
lin - *L* Well, if you're in for a lot of country, I just hope you prefer it!