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This morning, Ed and I discovered the worst possible mashup that seems so terribly obvious now. A compatriot (Keith, if you must know) was complaining about having a song in his head. Because Ed and I are often of singular mind and the nicest, most charming jerks you’ll ever meet, we both launched into different songs to get one of those stuck in Keith’s head.

The exchange went something like this.

(Keith) can’t get the theme from Rome out of his head.
Ed: HEY MICKEY YOU’RE SO FINE! YOU’RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MINED! HEY MICKEY! HEY MICKEY YOU’RE SO FINE! YOU’RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MINED!
Me: IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!
Ed: PEANUT BUTTER WITH A BASEBALL BAT
Me: WHERE YOU AT? WHERE YOU AT? WHERE YOU AT? WHERE YOU AT?
Me: PEANUTBUTTERJELLYWITHABASEBALLBAT PEANUTBUTTERJELLYWITHABASEBALLBAT
Ed: HEY MICKEY YOU’RE SO FINE! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!
Me: IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! HEY MICKEY YOU’RE SO FINE! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME YOU’RE SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND
Ed: PEANUTBUTTERMICKEYWITHABASEBALLBATSOFINE

We expect a mashup (or mix or whatever you call it) within 24 hours.

Get to it, internets.