You know that movie Mad Max (Road Warrior)? It’s brilliant, isn’t it? You know Max’s car in the movie? It was a hotted-up black Ford Falcon coupe. Remember? Well guess what? HERE IT IS ON GOOGE MAPS!!! How crazy is that? Our friend Penny sent the link to us this morning and we’ve been reeling about the office saying things like- “I am the Nightrider!” and “Cundalini wants his hand back!” ever since. Incidentally, The Toecutter knows who I am.
Anyway, enough of that. What we really need to talk about right now is how good Mathew Griffin is at the whole Omegle thing.
Yesterday we received a wealth of rhapsodic emails praising Matt’s work (see yesterday’s post). A bona fide shit-load of emails, actually… In fact, you might even say we were in receipt of a veritable torrent of commendatory electronic missives… You might say that, but then you’d have to go punch your own head in for being such a painfully florid cock-smoker.
We got some letters regarding the “Pedro and Mrs. Dennison” exchange (see yeasterday’s post) and thought we’d better ask Matt to do some more… and he did.
Here’s a quick one-
Pretty amazing stuff. I’ve known Matt for years, and for every day that I’ve known him- I’ve received something weird in the mail.
Here’s five things he’s sent me in the last twelve months-
Another head hangs lowly,
Bad news is slowly taken.
And you cold it caused such silence,
Why was i mistaken?
But you see, it’s not me, it’s not my family.
In your head, in your head i am smiling,
With their beers and their bongs,
And their bongs and their fun.
In your head, in your head, i am crying…
In your head, in your head,
Crombie, Crombie, Crombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Crombie, Crombie, Crombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou…
Another mother’s breakin’,
the bogaloo is taking over.
When the dancing causes silence,
We must be mistaken.
It’s the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen.
In your head, in your head they’re still dancing,
With their tank-tops and their bongs,
And their bongs and their fun.
In your head, in your head, they are dying…
In your head, in your head,
Crombie, Crombie, Crombie,
Hey, hey, hey. What’s in your head,
In your head,
Crombie, Crombie, Crombie?
Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a…
And finally,
