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Ever been this close to getting lucky… and then given her THE ICK? One minute she’s thinking about taking you home, the next you’re getting blocked before you even make it out of the bar. Welcome to the No Bone Zone. 🚫🦴 “Closing Thighs” — my parody of Semisonic’s 90s classic Closing Time. A little musical tribute to dating disasters, instant turnoffs, romantic rejection, and the mysterious little things that make a woman’s attraction disappear faster than last call. What’s the most ridiculous thing that’s ever given you the ick? #TheIck #ClosingThighs #DatingFails #SongParody #Semisonic

Tag a friend who’s ever found true love at the bottom of a bottle. 🤠 They say love is blind. Apparently, so is a man who’s been drinking whiskey since happy hour. 🥃 Here’s another verse of my deeply disrespectful tribute to Johnny Cash’s I Walk the Line, in which our stumbling romantic hero discovers that the secret to finding a perfect ten is simply to drink until you can’t count. Standards? Lowered. Judgment? Impaired. Confidence? Through the roof. And that questionable stranger at the end of the bar? Suddenly looking like a whole lot of woman. The Man in Black walked the line. Our hero can barely walk a straight one.

This one’s for the fellas who aren’t getting enough lovin’! 🍻 Welcome to a magical land where beer bellies are irresistible, neckbeards are treasured, and every beautiful woman wants YOU—even if you’re three beers deep and rambling nonsense. My cam girl parody of Harry McClintock’s Big Rock Candy Mountain, made famous all over again by the O Brother, Where Art Thou? soundtrack. A hillbilly fantasy for lonely hearts, hopeless romantics, incels, dudes stuck in dead bedrooms, widowers, and gentlemen whose love lives could use a little imagination.

Send to a friend who’s cried WAY too many tears for an unrepentant Ho-ho-ho. A parody of “Folsom prison blues” by Johnny Cash, but about a very different kind of blues. The kind that Bonnie Blue might inflict.

Share this with your dirtiest-minded friend. They’ll appreciate a little small-town hospitality. Bob Dylan started it, Old Crow Medicine Show finished it, Darius Rucker made it a country radio smash, and I dragged “Wagon Wheel” straight into the shadiest strip club this side of the county line. Somewhere between the cheap beer, questionable business practices, and suspiciously sticky floors, I think we lost the wholesome Americana.

Share this with a friend who will have an absolutely disproportionate meltdown when he opens it. Bonus points if he never speaks to you again. A parody of Blink-182’s All the Small Things. I’ve turned it into Micro Ding-a-Ling, a pop-punk anthem about tiny wieners.

Send to a buddy who’s brought home some real questionable ladies. They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Unfortunately, sometimes the beholder has had fourteen beers and lost the ability to focus. 🍻 Johnny Cash gave us the timeless country classic I Walk the Line. I took that beautiful piece of American musical history and turned it into a cautionary tale about beer goggles, bad decisions, and a woman who goes from a solid two to a smoking nine somewhere around last call. I’m sure the Man in Black would be thrilled with what I’ve done to his legacy. Tag a friend whose dating standards are directly proportional to their blood alcohol content. 🤠

I don’t know what it says about the state of humanity that one of my most popular parody songs of all time is about a $20 hooker, but I don’t think it’s anything good. Leonard Cohen wrote Hallelujah. Jeff Buckley made it iconic. Rufus Wainwright sang it in Shrek. And somewhere along the way, I turned it into Then She Blew Ya, a touching ballad about the world’s most affordable lady of the evening. Leonard Cohen is rolling over in his grave, and apparently the rest of you are singing along. Share this with your most fucked-in-the-head friend.

Send this to the friend whose mom absolutely does NOT deserve to be dragged into this. What happens when an old-school yo mama joke becomes a full-blown parody song? You get a Smash Mouth “All Star” spoof dedicated entirely to roasting your buddy’s mom. Part millennial nostalgia, part Shrek-era throwback, part immature diss track—the kind of juvenile comedy we apparently never outgrew.

“Take Me Home, Country Roads” except it’s the life and times of a stripper. This song came to me in the shower, I recorded it, it went viral, and the rest is history. My favorite ever comment on this video is “John Denver is rolling over in his experimental light aircraft.”

Some songs are timeless. Some women are best appreciated from a safe distance. Especially downwind. I took the classic Kansas song “Dust in the Wind” and turned it into “Don’t Stand Downwind,” a romantic ballad for the OnlyFans era, where body counts are high, standards are low, and even Bonnie Blue might recommend opening a window. It’s a love song. It’s a public health announcement. It’s a deeply unnecessary contribution to modern hoe culture. Another beautiful classic ruined by a filthy comedy song parody. You’re welcome.

Just a little fisting to get you in the Christmas spirit. It might not feel like it yet, but Christmas is coming FAST, and I’ve got just the little holiday tune to get you in the spirit. 🎄 You know that beautiful Christmas classic, O Christmas Tree? Well, I’ve taken it upon myself to absolutely ruin it. Consider this your first taste of the office Christmas party season: questionable decisions, wildly inappropriate coworker behavior, and an HR incident set to a beloved traditional Christmas carol. You’re welcome for this festive little earworm. You’ll never hear O Tannenbaum the same way again. Send this to the coworker who’s the reason your company stopped serving alcohol at the holiday party. 🍷

Send this to the friend who’s always bragging about what he’s working with. Bonus points if you send it to the entire boys’ group chat and refuse to explain yourself. Bob Dylan wrote “Blowin’ in the Wind” as a profound meditation on the human condition. Joan Baez sang it. Jenny performed it naked in Forrest Gump. And now, more than 60 years later, I’ve finally given this beloved folk classic the treatment it deserves: a heartfelt acoustic ballad about your buddy’s embarrassingly modest equipment. Some songs bring people together. This one gets you kicked out of the group chat. Folk music is alive and well. Male friendships, perhaps less so.

I’ve never actually worked as a stripper, but I’ve spent enough time in the adult entertainment industry to know that every strip club has roughly the same cast of characters. A couple of girls who have their shit together, a few who are holding on by a thread, and at least one who smells like meth and looks like death. It’s Friday night, the girls are clocking in, and morale is at an all-time low. Anyway, here’s my deeply depressing tribute to strip club culture, set to the inexplicably cheerful tune of The Cure’s “Friday I’m in Love.” Introducing: Friday at the Club.

I made you a perfect loop. You’re welcome. 🏴‍☠️ Gather ’round, ye scurvy dogs, for the legend of Goatse: a cautionary tale from the lawless early days of the internet, when viral memes were cursed images, shock sites were a spectator sport, and clicking a mysterious link could change a person forever. A little internet folklore, a little nostalgia for bygone degeneracy, and a deeply regrettable sea shanty parody of Wellerman. You’re welcome again.

Got somebody who just won’t stop harassing you for booty? Send them this to say “no way” with a little Fogerty flare. Creedence Clearwater Revival’s “Looking Out My Backdoor” gets re-bootied.

“Oops! Wrong hole” gets a song. Date night goes sideways after a box of wine and all of a sudden a fun time becomes the Ring of Fire. I am pretty sure that this is what Johnny Cash had in mind.

Somewhere over the rainbow, there’s a magical land where every beautiful woman on the internet is desperately in love with you, and your favorite webcam girl isn’t just saying that because you tipped her $20. Inspired by the old folk song Big Rock Candy Mountain, famously featured in O Brother, Where Art Thou?, this is a little musical tribute to online degeneracy, cam girls, and the wonderful world of parasocial romance. Share with someone who thinks the OnlyFans model might date him.

Send this to the boys you’d trust to plan your bachelor party. Or the ones you absolutely wouldn’t. Loggins and Messina’s Danny’s Song is a sweet little folk rock classic about love, family, and the simple things in life. This version is about the extracurricular activities happening at a strip club when the manager isn’t looking.