I distinctly hear whistling coming from an office down the hall.
If I’m not mistaken, the tune being whistled is “Sweet Child o’ Mine.”
Ahh, yes.
Classic GNR.
Random. And annoyingly catchy.
Damn the mystery whistler.
brain barf… yum!
I distinctly hear whistling coming from an office down the hall.
If I’m not mistaken, the tune being whistled is “Sweet Child o’ Mine.”
Ahh, yes.
Classic GNR.
Random. And annoyingly catchy.
Damn the mystery whistler.
They are doing construction in front of my house and they have a developmentally disabled woman out there each morning with a sign to slow down traffic and she says over an over and over again “Good Morning! Good Morning!” to each car as it passes.
I feel your pain.
Poor Joz. Have some more coffee.
A year after our renovations are done and we’re moved back in, our neighbors are paying us back in classic karmic fashion. Not only do their workers start about 7:00 am, they’re clean, neat and professional. Unlike the redneck yay-hoos that dragged their sorry butts for months on our house.
The album Appetite for Destruction is, like, 20 years old today or something. Isn’t that sickening?
Whistling before noon should be outlawed and punishable by death.
You know you’re getting old when you whistle ‘Sweet child o’ mine’ right? lol.
That is so not cool for a Monday.
at least it wasn’t “i’m walking on sunshine” by katw on a monday morning
that is very awesome and terrible. around here, i am the office whistler, but i only do original compositions…
I kinda like whistlers, as long as it is not just random squeeks.