12-05-2018 Here's the story of a Cookie Crotch Nuts.
I've discovered a band called Cookie Crotch Nuts. It's unlike anything I've ever heard. It's all that I listen to now. I no longer need my other music.
I'm getting rid of everything. So far I've burned my Bieber, trashed The Clash and souffléd my Bublé.
I said vamanos to Derek and the Dominos, take a hikell to George Michael and good day to Green Day.
I filled blenders with the Pretenders, put Queen in the latrine and fired The Sex Pistols.
I tossed Barenaked Ladies on Elton John and poured Ice T on Meat Loaf.
I shoved Alice Cooper up your pooper and threw Billy Squier into Earth Wind and Fire.
I took a Crowbar to Pat Benatar and took a pith on my Aerosmith.
I put Blue Oyster Cult in a catapult and gave Deep Purple a purple nurple.
I have no more joneses for the Ramoneses.
I fed The Eagles to a Flock of Seagulls and told Simply Red to drop dead.
I fed Def Leppard to Kenny Wayne Shepherd and Mötley Crüe to a Hüsker Dü. They drooled on my Jewel and dropped dog turds on my Yardbirds.
I Chucked Berry and Buckcherry into Hole with Billy Joel and Dave Grohl.
I locked up the Police and gave my Allman Brothers to your babies' Mothers.
I threw my KISS in a puddle of piss and told Styx to hit the bryx.
I crashed The Cars and The Jefferson Airplane into The Screaming Trees.
I took my 38 Special 3 Doors Down and left Alanis Morissette at the Dream Theater.
I put ELO, ELP, BTO and STP on a UFO.
I cooked Steely Dan in a frying pan and sent Supertramp to summer camp.
I tossed Tool in a pool and piled Iggy Pop into a Uriah Heep.
I told Motorhead to go to bed, Depeche Mode to suck a choad and System of a Down to System of a Don't.
I dropped a poo on U2 while getting blumpkins from the Smashing Pumpkins.
I put smears on Tears for Fears while wiping dingleberries on The Cranberries.
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