P.S. It's pretty damn catchy!
Definitive sign your husband's been fucking around on your computer:
I downloaded an NPR review of a jazz CD I'm writing about and then clicked on what I assumed to be the only Quicktime file on my desktop.
Five seconds later, the melodic strains of Mudhoney and Sir Mix-a-lot's "Freak Momma" began floating through the room.
UPDATE: My husband claims this is my fault, that I inadvertedly opened iTunes when I tried to open the NPR file and that "Freak Momma" was the first song queued up. Whatever, dude.
I downloaded an NPR review of a jazz CD I'm writing about and then clicked on what I assumed to be the only Quicktime file on my desktop.
Five seconds later, the melodic strains of Mudhoney and Sir Mix-a-lot's "Freak Momma" began floating through the room.
UPDATE: My husband claims this is my fault, that I inadvertedly opened iTunes when I tried to open the NPR file and that "Freak Momma" was the first song queued up. Whatever, dude.