No Poll, But a Late Night Video
You know how sometimes when you're a kid and dad decides to trust you and let you have free access to the keys to the car? And you're all like, "It's important that I reward his trust by being responsible." And then you get a call from that one buddy of yours who has mostly bad ideas but a shitload of great stories. And all of a sudden you are betraying dad's trust and you're out on some back-country road ripping the fuck out of dad's car at a speed that he clearly would consider to be neither responsible nor trustworthy?
Sometimes I just want to post a video out of my YouTube favorites on this site just because I can. This is neither responsible nor prudent. Nor is it likely to maximize my SEO and generate hits for my site or network that are new and/or marketable.
So fucking what.
Mash-ups are weird and most of the time I can't even tell if they're good or I'm just impressed that someone managed to make them work on some level. But I do know that Paradise City is one of the world's perfect songs (it has a whistle in it!) and that the Beatles had a pretty good run themselves (though I don't remember any whistles in their songs that signal the impending charge of rock nastiness).
Either way, I just made sure I closed the back door quietly, rolled the car out of the drive way in neutral and am on the way to my bad-idea buddy's house.
Here's your video.
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That's easily one of the best mash-ups I've ever seen
next to Miss Piggy singing “Fuck the Pain Away”
I know it's time for hockey because I've started singing "Don't Stop Believing" with the words "...born and raised in FUCK DETRIOT!!!"
that's rob's favorite
he got to see that show live
"I wanna be an achiever like Bad Horse.... I meant Ghandi" ~ Dr. Horrible
Workdrugs

He raged at the world, at his family, at his life. But mostly he just raged.
Just because Jay McClement is the best defensive forward in the NHL doesn't mean he should win the Selke.
This. Epic.
St. Louis Game Time . . . I need another beer.
And I can also write things in 140 characters or fewer.

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