Proof that reading Hunter Thompson causes insanity

Walking home from Food City earlier tonight and needing to go to the bathroom really badly, I began singing Simple Minds' "Don't You Forget About Me" which had been playing in the store, out loud, but substituting lyrics like "....donnnnn't you....forget to go pee....as your bladder busts....and you scream in pain...."

The woman walking in front of me kept picking up the pace, but in my urge to go so did I, and she probably walked in her front door crying to her husband about the psychotic pervert who wanted to kidnap her for water sports.