In Like Thropplenoggin! In Pursuit of Ghetto Booty Part XII: Old Busted Bafflegab

Tales of sexual derring-don’t from “ethnosexographer to the stars”, Dr. Y. U. Thropplenoggin.

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The song featured in this narrative is Dead Prez vs GrizzlyBear Two Weeks of Hip-Hop by The Hood Internet and can be heard here.

In Like Thropplenoggin! In Pursuit of ‘Ghetto Booty’ Part X – Blue-Titted Brouhaha

Tales of sexual derring-don’t from “ethnosexographer to the stars”, Dr. Y. U. Thropplenoggin.

This week’s dispatch is dedicated to loyal Apostle of Bosh, Megatonlove.

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In Like Thropplenoggin: In Pursuit of Ghetto Booty Part vii: Can Ye West Side Story?

Tales of sexual derring-don’t from “ethnosexographer to the stars”, Dr. Y. U. Thropplenoggin.

[New apostles of bosh can catch up on the New World expeditions here]

Ice-Cubed: Hiphop star now three times as badass!

Gangsta rapper Ice Cube is reported to have said,

“They’re gettin’ GM on ma ass!”

when being cloned

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Thropplenoggin’s Melodious Strain No.3: Papa M – Up North Kids

Welcome back to Thropplenoggin’s MP3 Emporium…Take a semi-brever and accompany the Big T as he perambulates through the zeitgeist’s most pertinent ditties.

Papa M: Up North Kids

Up North Kids.  Ah, the very words inspire reminiscence of the bonnie banks of Loch Ness and a youthful bout of ethnosexography in which I stalked the monstrous Highland Hussy, Filly McCavity.  Upon arrival in the vicinity, I requested whereof I might locate this tartan-bedecked damsel, and was told by a local jock, ‘Och aye tha’ wee broon ‘un’.  ”Will she?!’ I replied. “Huzzah!”  And with loins girded, I sallied forth into the chilly mists to stalk the fair maiden.

Papa M‘s melodious strain bears the appellation “Up North Kids” and, I have to say, it really is a blast of fresh northern air .  This delightful ditty rather reminds me of many a misstep in the boggy lowlands of a Glasgow housing estate, with the smell of stale McEwan’s wafting up my nostrils.  I never did find Filly McCavity, and, as time elapses, I find myself wondering whether she wasn’t merely a figment of my imagination.

File under: Jocund Guitar Noodlings

More euphony anon!

The Big T

Thropplenoggin’s Melodious Strain No.1: Real Estate – Suburban Beverage

Welcome to Thropplenoggin’s mp3 Emporium…Take a semi-brever and accompany the big T as he perambulates through the zeitgeist’s most pertinent ditties.

Real Estate: Suburban Beverage

Estate.  Ah, the very word inspires reminiscence of the estate belonging to Not-so-Great Granny Thropplenoggin. 200 hectares of verdant pastures, with peons a-plenty to wait upon us hand and foot after a long day’s hunt in the field of ethnosexography.  Now that was a real estate.  I even had my very own butler – Bumkins.

Real Estate‘s melodious strain bears the appellation “Suburban Beverage” and, I have to say, it really is just my cup of tea.  This joyous air reminds me of rutting in the spring with a young filly called Delilah Bunt-Witherington.  DBW to some, but she was always DD to me – Delightful Delilah.  And, just like when the intoxicating liquor of “Suburban Beverage” hits the jubilant coda at the 3.39 mark, I never wanted her to end.  But end she must…sigh!

File under: Masterly Guitar Codas.

More euphony anon!

Uppercase T

U-who? Band members in shock mannequin replacement!

Occasional nonsense stories that can’t be proved otherwise.

Mannequins striking “profound” pose on hill
overlooking city

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