A contrite apotheosis of what led the veteran musician Bruce Cohen to create, the lead track Funkasaurus is the internal pinnacle taken from his recent album 7 BC.

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A contrite apotheosis of what led the veteran musician Bruce Cohen to create, the lead track Funkasaurus is the internal pinnacle taken from his recent album 7 BC.

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Me and the bro just bumped into Brodus Clay!!! @wwe reinstate the homie Brodus!! #funkasaurus #planetfunk #tonsoffunk #callmymama
Well, RIP to two years of the Funkasaurus.Â
The Funkasaurus' Favorite Teams
One half of Tons of Funk, Brodus Clay lists, in no particular order, five tag teams he loved to watch as a young Funkasaurus.
1. The Colossal Connection
2. The Islanders
3. The Faces of Fear
4. The British Bulldogs
5. The Hart Foundation
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This was a request from a WrestleBro (Alex* in the WithLeather Open Threads), who showed it to the Funkasaurus himself at a signing. Brodus said he'd hang it in his office! *pride*
Daniel O'Donnel Man or God? (A rejected article from my yearbook.)
Through my many travels throughout Western Papa New Guinea I have encountered many a travelling bard. All of whom, through their sweet serenades have lured me to sleep (or into their beds). However, though skilled, all tip their hats to the greatest bard of all. Some see him as merely a songbird for generations of men and goats, however others see him as something much more.
âHe touches my soulâ says Jugwenday Manishiba from Ballyboughal, County Dublin, speaking to me at the back of the smoky bar at an undisclosed location. âHis swagalicious melodies awaken a part of me that has been long hidden from me and my last six psychiatrists.â Manishiba holds his head in his hands as he speaks of his past desires to contact the Funkasaurus OâDonnelll (aka Swaghomesmcg). âI called his house twenty three times. I got the address from his parole officer, and proceeded to his house...â Manishiba pauses, tearing up before continuing. âI entered through the unlocked front door and was greeted by his group of adoring female followers, the OâDonnesses. I was treated to the finest wines and Frasier memorabilia, until the Funkasaurus returned home. Seeing me, an intruder in his home, he screamed at me, accusing me of being some crazy man! Some âlunaticâ who must have beenâhigh or something...â. With this Manishiba began to burst into floods of tears. âTHE ONLY THING I WAS HIGH ON WAS HIS BEAUTYâ
Jugwenday Manishiba was never the same after these events, damaged by his traumatic encounter with Swaghomesmcg in such unfathomable ways.
But what turns a simple 38 year old, Ballboughal local butcher/bard/priest/crimefighter into an obsessive and mentally unstable stalker obsessed with Daniel âOâ Donnyâ D. Donnell? Was it truly the work of the SwagHomesMcG, visonary far beyond his years? Or was it the âmanâ himself?
I investigated this further, with my travels in Western Papa New Guinea, bringing me to a dark and eerie place, a McDonaldâs which only serves the bread parts of the burger.
Here I met, Ringo Starr (best known for his solo albums, occasional touring drumming for Status Quo and his work on Selena Gomez and the Technicolor Municipal Building as understudy to Justin Bieber) who told me stories of his brief entails with the Funkasaurus, who he simply referred to as âThe Manâ. âI first met The Man when I was a roadie for this band called Men At Work. They were just a group of 17 young lads at the time who played one massive trombone. Anyway, they were supporting The Man you see, but you could tell the crowd was there to see Funkasaurus and the Funkasaurus only. They booed the kids off stage after their first two hour trombone solo! However the man was having none of this and subsequently busted out onto the stage and told the crowd to shut up before played an amazing sax solo of his own on the trombone, before leaving.â
Ringo smiled as he took a bite out of his massive McBun. âThe crazy thing was, he did this while brushing his teeth.â
After listening to Ringoâs stories for about seven or so hours in utter amazement, I concluded that they were rubbish and left him.
However, Ringo did give me a few leads on where to continue my quest to track down the legendary Danny OâD. My first course of action led me to Men At Work, who were luckily playing a small R&B/Hip-Hop fesitval four miles down the road at the Rosie OâDonnell (no relation) Jazz Club under a new name, simply titled âOâDâs boyzâ. As they busted out their sick Daniel Oâ Donnell themed rhymes and beats I could see that these 15 (two of the members had died since Ringoâs day of one massive shared kidney stone) men, were touched by SwagHomesMcG in a much more positive way then poor Manishiba.
I used my journalistic pass to get backstage and meet with one of the three main vocalists of the group, who was with his wife at this time. Though she contributed to this interview segment, she wishes to remain anonymous.
An English man in his mid seventies, Lu Feng and his wife (letâs call her Mrs. Jessie Carter Address: 42 Evergreen Falls, Midtown Drive, West
Virginia, Telephone Contact Number 04178644) were both influenced heavily by Danielâs earlier bardic serenades. They were both in fact conceived, born, graduated and married to one of Oâ Donnellâs fifty five year long epics.
Lu Feng went on to tell me how Oâ Donnell took his band under his wing, mentoring them and helping them create the genre of Extreme Hippity Hop Hip Hop Rap. He even told me that he still keeps up with Danny OâD. âYeah we still keep in touch. In fact last week we met up at this field. Started jamming and yknow what...? That field turned out to be Glastonbury.â After much begging and pleading on my part, the aged singer finally gave me Daniel Oâ Donnellâs current whereabouts.
SwagHomesMcG had for the past twenty years been missing (presumed floating in space) but in reality he had retreated from the world and its pressures to the bardic guild, where one would hone ones skills, train in the swaggalicious arts and immerse oneself in the baskable glow of the amazing solid gold statues of great bards long forgotten by the wider world.
After a seven hour flight, six hour camel ride and twelve minute toilet break I finally arrived at the bardic guild. At the entrance of the Temple of Sonicaticity, I was met by two fearsome guards. At first they refused me entry, spraying profanities at me and shouting âI PITY DA FOOâ WHO WANNA SEE SWAGHOMESMCG!â, âI IS GONNA BREAK YO FACE, STRAIGHT UP!â and âI HAVE UNRESOLVED PARENTAL ISSUESâ. However, I performed a rendition of One Directionâs âIâm Gonna Be (500 Miles)â, distracting them so I could pass by stealthily. Before entering the temple I hurriedly snapped a photo of one of the guards...
Upon entering the temple I saw many a golden statue of great bards long forgotten (The Ting Tings, The Guy From The Wimax Ad, Crazy Frog) and many a sight I cannot bring myself to speak of. I journeyed through the musical maze that was the learning place of all great bards, until I finally reached it: The SwagHomesMcLair.
Stepping inside I was swiftly kicked in the face by a mysterious figure. âWhat in the hell be you doinâ up in this shnizzledizzle?!â boomed the mysterious figure. At this moment I realized this was him. My search was over. I had found the great Daniel OâDonnell. I quickly explained my reasons for being there. Throughout my story he nodded approvingly, and when I stopped talking he gave me an offer. He offered to answer one and ONLY one of my many questions. I chose to ask, voice quivering and almost overcome with excitement, âcan I haz yo picture?â.
So, my quest to find him has ended. My journey took me across the world, from the highest mountain to the lowest mountain (I mean, if you were a Funkasaurus youâd live on a mountain, right? Well that was my logic...) and I have been away from home for over three years. In light of my recent adventures I am left with only one piece of wise wisdom from âWee Danielâ, and the single most fantabulous photograph since that photograph of sliced bread.
So in the words of Daniel OâDonnell:
âI ainât no bungee expert or nothinâ, but I donât think he supposed to hit the ground like that!â