Tounge, Tongue.
Potato, Some Kind of Vegetable Which Can Be Shot Out of a Gun Into a Lake for My Entertainment.
Let's call the whole thing off, Mudzilla.

But I digress, because my new office-mate has put on what I imagine can only be a Yanni tribute CD. Does Yanni do piano for candle lit dinners?
Please.
Help.
Drowning in musical sludge. Like quicksand, but slower.
Slowsand.
The funny and most painful part is that about two weeks ago we suffered from a bout of country music. I spoke up (I heart conflict) and told him anything was ok as long as it wasn't country. I realize now what I meant was, "Anything I select is ok. And it won't be country. Or Yanni. Or anything else you enjoy."