After dinner, we decided to have canned peaches for dessert (I know, I know, they are sugar-laden, I’m going to die a slow death from diabetes yadaydada). Anyhows, as I went to pop open the can, I started singing “…millions of peaches, peaches for me!” Yut didn’t recognize the song, so he was all, what the heck!? I tried to explain, how it just all of a sudden reminded me of that song “Peaches” by the Presidents of the United States, but he didn’t recognize it. I tried to sing more of it, but I couldn’t remember much. Well also, I should probably say “sing,” not sing — explanatory story: one time we were karaoke-ing and my cousin Mike refused to sing, even though I assured him I was truly horrible, had been likened to a dying cow BY MY OWN (least favorite) SISTER, so there was nothing to be embarassed about. But after I (with Yut’s help) butchered “Baby I Love Your Way,” he said, “Ok, hand me the remote,” and sang after all. So my attempts at singing the parts I remembered probably weren’t all that helpful.
Later on, we played it and dooooood, it was more apt than I realized!
… I’m moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of peaches
I’m moving to the country, gonna eat me a lot of peaches…
Peaches come from a can
They were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way
I’d eat them everyday…
etcetc. V. silly:)