It all started when I told him to slow down while driving because the speed limit was 55 and he started saying “Schfifty-Five” a lot while calling me a little girl and saying that his IQ was also Schfifty-Five. Suddenly he’s giggling like a small child and I have no idea what’s so funny.
RING, RING, RING, RING, RING, RING, RING… BANANA PHONE!
Or, My personal favorite…
A.Y.B.A.B.T.U.
Don’t you do Raffi dirty like that. He’s an international treasure, and he’s still doing sold-out shows for the “Beluga Grads” to bring their kids to. My oldest has seen him twice (once with us, and then we got tickets for my MIL to take him one Christmas). My youngest never saw him (damn COVID).
Man is wholesome as fuck and he’s still making new songs.
Wait, did he do “Noodles ony back” too?
I’m glad I forgot this one, and am pissed off I read it, stupid banana phone
It’s too late for me…