
I have an odd obsession with Hoobastank. Here’s a knock knock joke.
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Hoobastank.
Hoobastank who?
Exactly.
And now, a mash up.

I have an odd obsession with Hoobastank. Here’s a knock knock joke.
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
Hoobastank.
Hoobastank who?
Exactly.
And now, a mash up.

Quaidar
/ˈkwāˌdär/
noun
the inuit sense that one is near a Quaid
And now, a mash up.

Madonna is the rivulet that merges into the raging river called The Doors. Together they flow downstream into a vast ocean of insignificance. Their molecules mingle to the point where it might as well be the molecules of long forgotten idols like Rudy Vallée or The Fat Boys. Slowly they will lose relevance as new pop stars repeat the process as if none of this had happened before.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
The Art and Craft of Blogging
The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.