If you know what I mean.

So, I keep hearing people saying this word. And I remember using that word in a totally different way. You know, back in my day. The reason it comes to mind this morning is because it was screamed at me by my alarm.

I’m fairly certain that the White Mandingos are using the word ironically, but still, they yelled it at me this morning. Swag. Ugh.

When I was your age…

Now, onto something better. Much more better.

Dave sent me this link to the Dismemberment Plan covering “Barracuda” by Heart. Yeah. Let that sink in. Once you’ve got your head wrapped around that, now try to grasp the mere concept of GWAR covering “Carry On My Wayward Son” by Kansas. Once you pick all of the pieces of your skull up, because your head exploded, and reassemble it, click this last link to do it all over again.

Shit. We’re all doomed.

I just can’t stop. Must post a few more. My jam.

And if this song was originally done by these guys, it would be one of my favorite songs ever. But it wasn’t and isn’t.

Must stop now for to go to work.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC