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I am so sick of that stupid Optimum commercial. Especially when the song gets stuck in my head. Argh!


Whenever I hear these assaults on my ears and nervous system, I always tell myself, in my softest, most coddling, reassuring tone...much like the way I would speak softly to a child: "Eight hundred five eight eight two three hundred....Empiiiiire." And then, as if by magic, I feel all better.


Forget about Teddy singing this song.
I can't get past the size of his head. ;^}

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