“Shake It Off Eleanor Rigby” by TAYLOR SWIFT Vs. THE BEATLES

Posted on May 4, 2019 by sungmokoo

Beatles - Swift
Sometimes the truth is best expressed through repetition, rhymes and melody. Other times, the truth is best left alone.

“‘Cause the players gonna play, play, play, play, play
And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off
Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break
And the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake
Baby, I’m just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake
I shake it off, I shake it off”

And now, a mash up.

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Old Man Old Man

Posted on May 3, 2019 by sungmokoo

In 2020, a nuclear war destroyed most of mankind. Old Man was one of the few survivors.

“I’m too old for this shit,” he muttered as he backhanded, or rather back fisted an alien across the face. The sheer force nearly severed the head clean off the neck. Yet, the fact of the matter remained, he muttered the truth. As for the punch, he was going to feel that and then some tomorrow morning if he lives that long.

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It’s A Dog’s Dog’s Dog’s World

Posted on May 2, 2019 by sungmokoo

“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.” Whoever said this does not know my left hand. Source

“What the hell are we going to do? Huh? What?” Kurt Simonson vented in a near whisper.

Alice Simonson-Carroll, his wife of twelve years, was visibly nervous and unusually silent.

Kurt tightened his fist and shook it. “We can’t live like this anymore. We are not slaves.”

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To Be Or Not To Beetle

Posted on May 1, 2019 by sungmokoo

If you’re not careful, the common ground beetle can kill you. It is the second most embarrassing way to die. First being the daring selfie death.

The first words that came out of Jimmy Fitzpatrick’s mouth this gloomy morning were, “What the ding dong fuck?” His tone was part belligerent; part frustrated and mostly bewildered. Oddly, it was not a direct response to the camel in the bedroom, which it should have been. Instead, he was overreacting to a large beetle crawling luxuriously on the wall.

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