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Street Carnage
• 12.30.16 11:45 am

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Just about everyone and their mother seems to think 2016 was the craziest year yet. Whether you’re one of the assholes who couldn’t believe a celebrity could become president, one of the dinks who didn’t know celebrities could die, or or one of the chumps who thinks having one as president is going to change any of the madness; this past year was unlike anything before it. Gavin’s article on how it all went down is here.


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  1. The Real Ooga Booga says:

    When I think back, I remember this beautiful song from Mr. Bob Hope. Please stop all that a- fussin’ and a-fightin’ and Let’s all sing together!

    Thanks For The Memories
    Bob Hope
    .
    Thanks for the memory
    Of sentimental verse
    Nothing in my purse
    And chuckles
    When the preacher said
    For better or for worse
    How lovely it was
    Thanks for the memory
    Of Schubert’s Serenade
    Little things of jade
    And traffic jams
    And anagrams
    And bills we never paid
    How lovely it was
    We who could laugh over big things
    Were parted by only a slight thing
    I wonder if we did the right thing
    Oh, well, that’s life, I guess
    I love your dress
    Thanks for the memory
    Of faults that you forgave
    Of rainbows on a wave
    And stockings in the basin
    When a fellow needs a shave
    Thank you so much
    Thanks for the memory
    Of tinkling temple bells
    Alma mater yells
    And Cuban rum
    And towels from
    The very best hotels
    Oh how lovely it was
    Thanks for the memory
    Of cushions on the floor
    Hash with…

  2. OogaBooga says:

    As I am still apparently the measure of all things here, and have emerged as a sort of inverse Milo–a flaming heterosexual keeping my audience of faggots in thrall–I feel obligated to offer a song, too (from Ten Years After) as the last sands of ’16 fall through the glass:

    Every where is freaks and hairies, dykes and fairies;
    Tell me where is sanity?
    Tax the rich, feed the poor, till there are no rich no more.
    I’d love to change the world – but I don’t know what to do,
    So I’ll leave it up to you.

    Population – keeps on breeding, nation bleeding,
    Still more feeding economy.
    Life is funny, skies are sunny, bees make honey,
    Who needs money? Monopoly!
    I’d love to change the world – but I don’t know what to do,
    So I’ll leave it up to you… Oh yeah,

    World polution, there’s no solution, institution, electrocution,
    Just black and white, rich or poor, them and us,
    We’ll stop the war!
    I’d love to change the world – but I don’t know what to do,
    So I’ll leave it up to you… and Good Luck!

  3. John says:

    ^, ^
    Same lonely idiot reduced to stroking himself.

  4. eeer says:

    Ten Years After gave the best performance at Woodstock, at least among the ones featured in the movie.

  5. OogaBooga says:

    Yeah, I don’t listen to classic rock stations anymore, but that song used to be on steady rotation. I wonder if it has been banned. *stroke* *stroke*

  6. Bernard Bresslaw says:

    ^ He lives here.

  7. dick lubin says:

    Without SC he has no life. What a sad lonesome loser. Different pseudonyms, same OogaBooga.

  8. OogaBooga says:

    Ha ha ha!

  9. OogaBooga says:

    Actually, now that I think about it, this isn’t funny. It just isn’t funny at all. Don’t you realize that when you tell lies like that about me you’re alienating the people who are not me who took the time to form a thought and post it here? That’s pretty darn disrespectful, guys. Don’t you care about the community here? I’m starting to think you don’t!

  10. SDC says:

    way crazz


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