I distribute the blame evenly amongst the Resident Offspring, Thom Yorke, and John Mutford.
The RO first brought them to my attention a few months back, and then Thom being on the cover of Word caused me to buy a copy, which just happened to have a free cd attached containing one of their songs. This was followed by the RO and John both shaming me into viewing their videos after I mentioned how bizarre they are.
My life has not been quite the same since I started watching Flight of the Conchords videos. And like a virulent disease that spreads quickly from the weak and sickly into the healthy and robust population, I would like to share this infliction with you, my friends, so that we may all die together from splitting our sides. Call it a suicide pact if you must.
Poor RO is quite ill with this condition; she has been giggling quietly to herself and muttering mutha ucker won't sell an apple to a kiwi under her breath for the last couple of days.
So you are forewarned.
I give you Flight of the Conchords:
I could go on, but for the World Health Organization has warned me that I had better stop there.