Not before my pet pygmy ape Mr. Polyps hurls his feces at you!

I am sorry Iggy, because you do rock, but one half of Kriss Kross is dead. It does not matter which one. Nothing matters now.

This does not matter. One half of Kriss Kross is dead. It does not matter which one. Nothing matters now.

How can this possibly matter when one half of Kriss Kross is dead? Ask yourselves that…

You did not just make that up. There is Kenny Wayne Sheppard for example.

No. It was a hotel for milk that did not care if the tenants were chocolate or skim. Much like the refrigerator in my school's cafeteria, which is why I have just now written NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL on its giant steel door in runny ketchup.

These things all qualify you as one who rocks. Welcome, Barf Man, to the fold.

Nothing is more chronic than the chthonic. This is what Marlys told me, because her best friend is dating a negro jazz cat who plays the sax like he's TRYING TO BLOW IT UP.

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Dag, Finland. People get the creeps from Lappish witches, that's what Marlys says. But we listen to Burzum together and eat grilled cheese.

I could not do the monkey to this.

The dinosaurs did it, and B.C. did it with them. Throw him a devil horn with your hand and watch him throw it back at you. This is how one rocks.

Ass-play is crucial to rocking hard. And when you rock, you can not have clothes that suck. These are righteous items. Dag! Ghost B.C.!

When you rock, you can't have clothes that suck.