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This is really dumb but I was listening to Cardi B’s album while I was doing some work that was keeping me from finishing reading the new Murderbot book, and the song Money Bag came on and it has the right number of syllables so now I’ve inextricably earwormed myself with
murderbot murderbot murderbot uh murderbot murderbot murderbot yeah
to the tune/rhythm of the chorus, there. So.
You’re welcome. No, I’m not going to attempt a filk/rap because there is not a single thing on this entire earth that is less my scene.
For the record, I enjoyed both the album and the book, but for completely different reasons and with completely different parts of my brain.
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaidsAnd they all bloody gang so don’t be talkin’ sideways
These bitches salty, they sodium, they jelly, petroleumAlways talkin’ in the background, don’t never come to the podium
I guess there’s not no resemblance. Shit, who knew?
I’m never going to get this fucking song out of my head.
OK I’m gonna go reread the book now and then maybe I’ll have some Thoughts but I figure I should give it like 24 hours before I start screaming about it right?
If you have read it though, then you know why I picked out those particular lyrics. Yes I’m talking about ART.
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This is really dumb but I was listening to Cardi B’s album while I was doing some work that was keeping me from finishing reading the new Murderbot book, and the song Money Bag came on and it has the right number of syllables so now I’ve inextricably earwormed myself with
murderbot murderbot murderbot uh murderbot murderbot murderbot yeah
to the tune/rhythm of the chorus, there. So.
You’re welcome. No, I’m not going to attempt a filk/rap because there is not a single thing on this entire earth that is less my scene.
For the record, I enjoyed both the album and the book, but for completely different reasons and with completely different parts of my brain.
And my bitches with me pretty, too, they look like bridesmaidsAnd they all bloody gang so don’t be talkin’ sideways
These bitches salty, they sodium, they jelly, petroleumAlways talkin’ in the background, don’t never come to the podium
I guess there’s not no resemblance. Shit, who knew?
I’m never going to get this fucking song out of my head.
OK I’m gonna go reread the book now and then maybe I’ll have some Thoughts but I figure I should give it like 24 hours before I start screaming about it right?
If you have read it though, then you know why I picked out those particular lyrics. Yes I’m talking about ART.
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