I don’t much like Adam Sandler’s humor. He’s funny, to me, once in a great while, but for the most part I find his reliance on bodily-function jokes and obnoxious characters to be grating and unpleasant. He hit his peak when I was in college, which meant that pretty near every time I went to the frat house – oh, sorry, Willem, I mean, the fraternity establishment – one of his CDs was either being played or being parroted by semi-inebriated college boys.
(Operaman, of course, being the exception. More humor tends to be able to slip through those cracks.)
But not liking his stuff is not the same as being able to erase it from my memory, and all it takes is certain words to bring up an endless earworm of Adam’s Lunch Lady song. Such as tonight, when I made… sing it with me… sloppy joe, slop, sloppy joe…
Yeah. I’ll be jabbing a knitting needle through my ear shortly.