…by this impossibly redonkulous Guinea Pig Philosophy of Life Song. I hesitated to post this, but this penetrating, horrible-arrangement-of-a-song-with-no-real-ending creepy-crawled into my brain over the weeks, begging to be posted. I have annoyed all peeps within earshot—completely. And just what the hell is "Timothy Hay" anyway!?
Bart T…. Bart T…. Bart T… Look what you’ve done. Oh and yes, I can "dig it."