I don't know which part of this post makes more more upset:
(1) That I laughed at a joke about the Gov. of ND killing a dog; or
(2) That I'm heard these lyrics in your voice in my head, and is now locked in there until the Gov. of ND kills me and throws me into a gravel put.
*That I heard these lyrics—in your voice—in my head, and they're now locked in forever! At least until the Gov. of ND kills me and throws me into a gravel pit.
We really need an edit button. But I think, based on my catastrophic spelling of (b), I know which one makes me more upset.