aug 2 in idea barrages

Singing “Head Like A Hole” with “Doug Funnie” instead of “God Money” won’t do you any material good but it’ll put a smile on your face.

A ham sandwich double-fried in a tempura-panko kinda crust called a Monte Crispo.

During the Deep Space Nine finale, “What You Leave Behind”, in the encounter at the Fire Caves, you must sing “Burn baby burn, Sisko Inferno, burn baby burn”.

Post-grunge soft-rock bands that all mush together in my head indistinguishably: Bush, Live, Candlebox, Matchbox 20, Goo Goo Dolls, Collective Soul, Urge Overkill, Firehouse. If I really squint, I might be able to differentiate some of their singles but that’s as far as I can get.

I have been singing “Live and Let Die” to Ollie the dog as “Little Fat Guy! Little Fat Guuuuuuuuuuy!”

Either the fake president is snorting aquarium disinfectant thinking it will protect him from the plague or the fake president is lying about snorting aquarium disinfectant to get rich selling it, poisoning thousands of people. Either is a strict damnation of us all.

A quarter-mile log of Bubble Tape would be truly chewmungous.

A double entendre about a three way is somehow six of something, via multiplication, but smut mathematicians are still working on discovering what that thing is.