World Cup fever; lots of sister-kissing ties; constant buzzing sounds; considering lobotomy.  Am I the only one?

No actually, if I were at the World Cup and I had industrial strength earplugs, I’d be tooting on a vuvuzula.   I may even borrow a tune from Pete Seeger and compose a vuvuzula song. If I were to do so, it would appear below, sort of like this:

    If I had a vuvu
    I’d blow it in the morning
    I’d blow it in the evening
    All over this game
    I’d blow it out slowly
    I’d blow it with no reason
    I’d blow out all the ears of my brothers and my sisters
    All over this game

    If I had a vuvu
    I’d blow it in their faces
    I’d blow it in their eyeballs
    All over their head
    I’d blow out danger
    I’d blow it at strangers
    I’d blow it at strangers, nevermind the dangers
    All over this game

    If I had a vuvu
    I’d blow it up your nostrils
    I’d clear up your sinuses
    All under your eyes
    I’d blow out eardrums
    So you wouldn’t even hear me
    When I dance around like a crazy horn buffoon
    All over this game

    If I had a vuvu
    I’d blow it at the mo-oon
    I’d blow it at a wildebeest
    All over this land
    It’s the Vuvu of Excitement
    It’s the horn of soccer
    Near the Cape of Good Hope – good luck with that.
    All over this game.