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Lady-Parts and Gentle Giants!
We, the elderly K-pop noise tycoons of Swamp Wompus, have begun to piece together the murder-suicide case that is our music. After much hard strenuousness by thousands of footloose toddlers at an unnamed remote location, we bring you the following: nearly everything we’ve done since Pa passed during the long, cold winter. Gone but not forgot, y’all. Gone but not forgot.
Though the first collection will almost certainly quench the thirst of even the weariest of travelers, KenTaco Hut has provided us with the following musical accomp’niment.
First up, in the orange underoos and hailing from your childhood imagination, is the musical stylings of one Pudding Dickenson a.k.a. Ricky Right-Eye Lopez a.k.a. The Bucktoothed Burglar a.k.a Valued Old Navy Shopper. This one-armed monologophobic has badgered audiences across the world, from the most western reaches of the eastern hemisphere to the infinitesimal crevices that define what is left of your gram gram’s southern hemisphere. Prepare to be delighted.
Drop those drawers, lower your sunglasses to the tippy-tip of your nose, and stand with your feet shoulder-width apart for this next jezebel of the music circuit. If you thought the iPhone was important, if you thought pasta was delicious but has to many carbs, then prepare to have your funquarium shattered. A treacherous amalgamation of free-range butterflies, flutterbys, supercuts, elbow grease, and mineral spirits, the police have already been called about the quantitative socio-psychological experiments of the breaded cervidae that is Audiogras. This masked crusader didn’t study at Julliard, rather Julliard just studied his “bod.” Just don’t tell your parents about this, ok?