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As a gift for Friday, here is a my favorite scene from Jaws, one that was unfortunately cut from the final film.

When someone insists on saying something I don't want to hear, I like to clamp my hands over my ears and sing Stars & Stripes Forever until they stop. I can belt out the melody or the 2nd horn part, whichever comes to mind first.

After seeing this, though, I'm considering changing my I-can't-hear-you-is-somebody-saying-something tune.

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Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
lol I don't have one of those tunes actually - I must think of one.

Like seeing you presiding over us all at the top there, Robyn!
3:12 PM
Shazza said…
la la la la la la la la laaaaaaaaaa usually works for me!
5:01 PM
Shan said…
Ha ha ha. That guy brings in the crazy like a net full- o- fish!

I'm already humming a tune when people talk to me I usually have to stop to hear them-good or bad. This is why I prefer talk radio, for something different in my head.

Yay for summer...sharks and all! Ooh, that makes me want to hit the drive in for some reason.
6:52 PM
MmeBenaut said…
I'm going to be humming that for a while now ... ouch!
11:07 AM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
Funny scene I remember seeing that somewhere.
6:42 PM
Maria said…
I have this very nasty habit of hearing the "grownups" voices from those Charlie Brown cartoons (bwwwaah. bwaah. bwah)whenever someone is speaking to me and I begin to lose interest. One day, I will slip and say it out loud.
8:55 PM
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