Got sick and tired of hearing this song at work. It's not a bad song, but it can get old quickly... especially since it came out when I was in high school.
Also, I decided to put that Special Agent's business card next to my fake cocaine because he pissed my wife and me off when he knocked on our door to ask us about our neighbor we don't even talk to and interrupted us while we were having sex. Never thought a complete stranger applying for a government job would inconvenience me in such a way. By default, Uncle Sam cockblocked us. Douche.
