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

The Alternate Batman

Posted on June 6, 2019 by sungmokoo

In this alternate universe, The Batman has a very short lifespan.

In your puny universe, a very young Bruce Wayne witnessed his father, and especially his mother get shot down by a hoodlum, by the name of Joe Chill in Gotham City’s Crime Alley. On that fateful day, a boy also died, and a vengeful man was born, and he would become The Batman.

While his intentions were true, he inadvertently turned the city he’d sworn to protect more dangerous. The presence of The Batman inspired nutcases to come out of the woodworks to commit outrageous crimes just to become famous. Being a criminal in Gotham was not much different than being a contestant on The Voice or American Idol. But this is your asinine reality.

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“Ramble On For What It’s Worth” by LED ZEPPELIN Vs. BUFFALO SPRINGFIELD

Posted on June 5, 2019 by sungmokoo

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If you added up the ages of all the guys in this band, it might be just under 10,000 Maniacs. This rock and roll math has been brought to you by Sungmokoo.com. The more you know.

And now, a mash up.

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Haircuts Matter

Posted on June 3, 2019 by sungmokoo

Don’t be a Dopey McDoperson dolt. Do something before you destroy your life, because haircuts define you.

There was no denying it. Franklin Nathaniel Stein was a different man after a good haircut, for the good. Conversely, after a bad haircut, he was nothing more than a run-of-the-mill cantankerous curmudgeon. That was four months ago. Perhaps a coincidence, probably not, the man who butchered his hair, Vince Pattitucci, no longer lives and breathes.

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The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

Posted on June 2, 2019 by sungmokoo

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To best understand this story, one must imagine this line and then multiply it by gazillion squared twice, and then minus seven or eight.

As consciousness returned, he found himself standing in a very long line of people. He had no recollection of how, why, where, or what. After about an hour or so, he categorized this whole affair futile. But, he had little to no choice. Wait or step out of line. When he looked behind him, the line was much longer than the one in front of him.

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