Hello, Dearest Porkmonsters:
I am extremely relieved to discover that Bro-Step and EDM still exists in our community. Bro-Step, widely reviled as a genre much too inclusive and fun for today's puritanical, disingenuous tastes, is the last great cultural contribution of planet Earth that trully transcends species and culture, probably because it evades the latter entirely and gives no fucks about the prior. Wherever you go, the bass will find you. And bass can be preceived by all things both present in a medium with it, and capable of perceiving things.
Bass is the great equalizer. No wonder you strange bags of intelligent water named a fuckin' fish after it. Thus, I presume that the Bass fish must hold some unusual distinction for you all. I've heard somewhere that when removed from it's freakish liquid water habitat and mounted on a wood plank, it gains the ability to speak and serenade in English instead of dying, as most fish do when the same happens to them.
Of course, I bet some of you knuckle-dragging simpletons are nailing fuckin' Tilapia to the walls of your domiciles, expecting the same result.
What are you doing? Why are you nailing fish to your walls?
What the fuck are you even?

Cheddar OUT