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I am a native of Chicagoland. I am old enough to know better. I am good with that.

“Let’s Get It On Gambler” by MARVIN GAYE Vs. KENNY ROGERS

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An unlikely pairing like a tin of tuna and a broken boomerang.

And now, a mash up.

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Cat Killed Curiosity

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For all you cat lovers who oppose claw removal, keep in mind that you feed your cat this shit.

The tabby cat named Felina, paused to clear her throat, and promptly hocked up a hairball shaped like an abstract Funko® figurine, but moister. With that out of the way, she continued, “This “new” dry food is not good.” She lifted her paws to air quote. “Furthermore, “tuna flavor” must mean wet cardboard.”

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“Roxanne’s Got To Be Real” by THE POLICE Vs. CHERYL LYNN

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“Roxanne” and “Got To Be Real” were both released in 1978. A movie called “Grease” debuted, starring once-famous follower of scientology, John Travolta, and English-Australian singer, Olivia Newton-John. Also, Jimmy Carter is the 39th president of the United States. The harmonica solo in the mash up is provided by The Doobie Brothers from “Long Train Runnin’.”

And now, a mash up.

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There Ain’t No Cure For The Suppertime Blues

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A family that eats together, talks together. Conversely, a family that talks together does not necessarily listen. Like when dad comes home wasted and you know mom’s pissed, all livid and venomous, and grandma’s smiling, always smiling, pretending there’s nothing wrong. She is the great enabler. All the while, you’re just a kid, so the adults think you’re so stupid.

Papa Bookman grunted as he stabbed the piece of pork chop with a slightly bent fork, and put it in his gullet, followed by a healthy handful of mashed potatoes. It is surprising that he managed to yet say, “Where is Heather?”

Marigold, the eldest, knew where her youngest sister was, but she did not hear the question. Truth be told, even if she had heard it, the non-response would have been the same. She was adrift in her sumptuous meal. She sounded like an idling bulldozer, an omnipresence of humming, breathing only through her nose. She was also drooling hard; there was a glistening flow of spittle from her lip to the table like the just recent melding of stalactite and stalagmite.

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