The other day, I overheard some kids talking.*
“Yo, crip blood, that Sheryl Crow is the ultimate hot dog in the pack.”
“Concurrence, smiley face, aka colon, close parenthesis.”
“Say, wouldn’t it be puke phresh if someone mashed her shit up with some old school hip hop?”
“Allow me to agree with this nod.” The boy with the wicked long fingernails pointed at his own face, which was indeed bobbing up and down.
*By kids, I mean, no one I know, and by talking, I mean, stringing together many untruths.
And now, a mash up.