
Asking for a friend, Rip Van Winkle to be precise, about our current climate: the fuck?
And now, a mash up.

Asking for a friend, Rip Van Winkle to be precise, about our current climate: the fuck?
And now, a mash up.

The precise moment before he was struck dead by a runaway bus, Clarence Gerwillowitz realized that a whole universe had existed in his nostril.
And now, a mash up.

When Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys first heard ‘Be My Baby’ his life was forever changed. Here’s his exact words.
“I was in my car with my girlfriend and we were driving around … When all of a sudden this guy Wink Martindale—a disc jockey—he goes, “All right! Here we go with ‘Be My Baby’ by the Ronettes.” It started playing … All of a sudden it got into this part—”be my, be my baby“—and I said “What is—what?! Whoa whoa!” I pulled over to the side of the street of the curb and went, “… My God! … Wait a minute! … No way!” I was flipping out. I really did flip out. Balls-out totally freaked out when I heard. … In a way it wasn’t like having your mind blown, it was like having your mind revamped. It’s like, once you’ve heard that record, you’re a fan forever.”
When I, Sungmokoo.com, first heard ‘Be My Baby’, my life was unchanged. In fact, all I wanted to do was add more stuff to it.
And now, a mash up.

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.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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