Bowling is the thinking man’s chess.
He insisted we call him Bennett, after all, it was his name, but we were all like, fuck that, you’re Benny, and so, he became Benny. Inadvertently, the rest of us were called The Jets, and truth be told, it sucked ass. The implication that we were so insignificant that we became a collective bordered on pathetic. It was disheartening, as well as bad for our self worth.
“Happy Labor Day, whatever that means,” said I as I begrudgingly readied myself for work.
Now, a mash up.
In a literal world, this would be a fun match because Dido would be kicking The Cars’ ass so badly. Lots of crying and screaming for mommy would ensue.
And now, a mash up.
I would like to think that in rock and roll reggae heaven, Lynyrd Skynyrd and Bob Marley are fighting like cats and dogs, going at it in an extreme battle royale.
And now, a mash up.
The sound of a switchblade and a motorbike.
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