Depending on who you are, or what side of the fence you are, or whatever else that makes us different, the following is either a mash up, an aural montage, a medley, random sounds not found on Spotify® nor Itunes®, a collective of songs in the same key, and so many other terms.
Since it is currently 2019, the more appropriate classification would be what? Yeah! By the way, yeah should be pronounced as if it has three syllables.
It must be a lot easier to live a guilt-free life when you have no empathy. Any person with a sense of dignity would never behave like this orange-skinned baboon. Let me retract that last comparison, baboons are smarter and take offense when pissed upon. I could say orange-skinned amoeba, considering their tiny brain capacity, but even the simple one-celled organism takes pride in how they present themselves.
What does Christmas mean to me? It’s a time where everything should be communal and shared like a bathroom or a marijuana joint. A time where Jay-Z can rap while the band, and not the actual elements, Earth, Wind & Fire accompanies him. A time where a baby named Jesus is born in some manger in Bethlehem as three wise men approach with strange presents by merely following a star. A time to avoid shopping for two and a half weeks.