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Nice work Weenkid! That was great! Keep it brown

I usued tto write hood somgs for eween

I wish i was into Ween when i was younger, im 23 and just really discovered them

pyrocynical ween album

Always thought he looks like the guy whos head turns into a spider in The Thing

Did you paste the Ween logo on or did it come with the guitar?

Learnin to love

You are really a fan of Ween, so am I, but I don't have the money to buy those items.

Is this a list of your favorite Ween songs?

Bro, I'm also a fan of Ween, it's my favorite band, I found out about them through Ocean Man lol

The reverse image is at the very least Brown

RIP Ween

I was so sad when ween canceled their tour in the northwest

Обиженный подросток😂😂😂

I feel like you got a lot of new information out of him👍🏼

🪖 💀⚡️

Fire

crappy anniversary jimmy

Holy brown

That's my photo at the 40 second mark. Bend, Oregon 2011

23:26 "3" sticker on that pedal! How does that relate to the "1" and "2" stickers that are on the necks of the two identical basitars you used with PUSA? It is the same font/style as those stickers. There has to be a connection there.

I'm really invested in this interview, a lot of info I hadn't heard about in this! Awesome interview dude!

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Awesome job. Had totally forgotten about PUSA, they had some awesome tracks!

Wow! Great interview!

Man this is a big name for a 1st interview! Happy for you mang!!

Not Deaner making the same face as crying Kyle Rittenhouse lmaoo

W music

Brown ftw

The Argus

the mollusk should be "nautical nonsense" since it inspired spongebob

Ween

This is the best Ween song that never existed

What’s the last song?

Love all this Ween love thats been thrust upon my screen of late. Fuck yeah.

Excuse me, did you just say that "Ween, rules"? ...oh there is a pestilence upon the land. What sad times these are indeed when any young ruffians may utter any and/or all such sorceries at will, not fearing reply by snarky and sharp-pointed, sarcastic castigation from an older generation of elders which has vanished into the fine particulate rich plasma of virtual ethers eager to receive the reapers due portion of what in blindness was shown as sown reckless and lacking a grasp of what's missing from wisdom's watchacallit widget wares, bare is theirs, for the unprepares lack of fucks or cares for rites of passage passing on of wisdom's promised treasures, and I'm quite lost now, somewhere waaay far far away from the point I had in my crosshairs when I began this trainwreck derailleur of a book called boxcar basics for future bums, hobos, chums and sorry Charlie's of trainspotting, traffic control coordinate consultants in care of the continental 48 medical fascist freedom federation of free nations...(instead of a full stop functional returning of focus to the original point of the point's origin, notice how the mucus upon my brain leads me even further from the realized rescue of response ability and willingness, even after making such astute and accurate observation of self disabled direction of the derelict of duty situation status, what an oof, this muth...) ...errhem, RULES! (Such as the parentheses postulate of every ( must have a ) of equal quantity for balancing the grammatic ledger of punctuation purity proofing...that I can, will, and hereby proofed a FAIL. WHAAAT....EVEHHH! Always about the rules with you millennial types, with your buzz light-year, beacon brained broski behaviors, but no hard knocks on Life Universities of wood-of, could-of, probably sure-shot should-of axed somebody before taking down towering timbers without a single prayer in offerings for Local Lorax and forest shaman Banjhakri, nor the Boognish, keeper of wealth and power Sceptre weaponry worn by all shamans of the sub-shrubberyen lower elevation regions of the Shpongolian Serengeti. Lions and tigers and bears, oh my! Rak chazak amats, with the gravest of fearsome growls as you launch attack without mercy upon these reggae junkie jew joke-woke jamokes in their poopship destroyers, the richard smoking Ono yolk lawyers and greased monkey, Monique freaky, tweaking funkadelica on fleek resin reeking g-pump punk ass dogshow employers... Blessed be those who walk with Love today, back to Basom, contemplating threads of recycled spun, and remembering to say six rosaries of righteous recognition, infused also with seven sincere thanks and praise be onto him, to the Boognish for bringing the brown that is the Ween of World Wonder to the world around, seen now in all it's browned down decadence, dazed and wondering what in the wide world of water sports the wandering l that I've been wandering about, no doubt putting plenty of in my pepper-po today, and of greater import still, where they might get some of their own share of shares if I haven't completed critical mass consumption of liquidation sale inventory available on this humid hot chocodoggonest days of Thor's hammer time summer sizzling fashizzled faded fast moonest measured melted matters most call August. Hear out muffled cries of junta-virus-hemo-hermes phlebotomiy gluttons-glean'n griddle globe'n, Grobes got something to say... It beetter to burnout some transdermally challenged layers of peeling than faded in solar rays left you reeling while squealing on pushers who smuggle candy to darkest places of deranged drifters, drunk from drinking imbibing nectars sacrificed to Bacchanal, and the long-armed people of the neighborhood watch commission celebration committee committed to arming bears with arms baring naked truths that once pitied fools with peach persuasion put playfully, and with size suggestive purpose, in thy pockets of thine pantsesses...precious. So it is with loving tender situational concern that I caution the young shrubbery and constitutionally correct peasantry of families far too familiar with the feud of forsaken hassenfeffer hunter hierarchy....careful out there, Cudi... don't caress the weasel, or seek the blood bonds of cougars calling backwards through cosmic time travelled contemplations cooked until they're done condition. For that is NOT what Deaner was talking about, don't get it twisted, just leave Deaner alone, get the legit for your shit from this palm-licked, guava grade Stallion, my duo-de dudemangs, don't let your meats loaf or take siestas in the sun. Don't lie to your mamas, just do wachu wanna, being always sure to know who your fucking with,... Stallion. Mang. Ween is the heavy burden of Boognishology for these broskoolologists of divine appointment of the appointed deity that's no demiurge my dedicated seekers of Brown, these same two who have toiled to bring the blessed-beisms of the be-ist beings that be, to we, the beings being blessed with the crown, the GOAT, brownest of brown bands that be under banners of any genre genders or cheese uppity upp last supper uppers, if you knows where th' fk it go at. The prophetic word of meth machine Surgeon Generally speaking industrial minister of sinister sayings said is that it is Devo who rules, while these 2 Weenies are but sovereign space travellers dropping their crustaceans for the suffications of meticulously articulated and modularity modified demonstrations of how to hammer one's way to the truth. The one true cry of healing into atoned Oneness, the amends made by Good and Evil, and their wandering eye, upon us all...in all and every Argus-like compassion... ...the most moist of mutton made mood of our brood dudes, that mood we are most often found being in... ...the mood to fly in the air hundred feet mutha-fuck. Amenned. I ❤ aLL u freaks and beauty shining mutants.

What music? This is perfect!

WWWW

Ween rules

TRUE

real ones know

Im sea sick!😂

really awesome video, it just wasnt cool when you interrogated your own mother for 4 hours and then she said the n word, just be careful she might get cancelled bro. other than that I agree with her on the craziness of their early stuff evolving. boognish bless!

Love it! Nice song choice!

0:01 Fuck You 2 2:57 Leave Deaner Alone 5:30 Pickled Pink 6:58 My Own Bare Hands

This is great!!!🤎

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Doood!!! I threw down a chonk of dosh (for me, for a record) for Quebec on vinyl. Worth. Every. Penny. Also: downloaded on Snotify, and constantly sending songs to people on pootube/ goddamnazon prime tunes, etcetera. I'm turning everyone around me into WEEN freaks. Especially my Dad. Back in my 20s, I had a CD copy of The Pod. I used to listen to it on my shitty alarm clock CD player every morning when I got home from work. Someone who fully was NOT me, totally didn't do their nightly hrn injection while listening to it. That.. girl.. was.. not.. okay, but she'd rent her time to pay the bills. Whatever happened was consenting adults; nothing done against her will. Happy flaps of powder that were stashed around her purse let her function so that she could go and get her money bag, aahhhhh. Those magical flaps of powder came from the plastic sacks of bulk she squirreld and she'd dole out bits to friends who were all dopesick; other working girls.... Yeah, dude. I was the Pandy Fackler of the local metal scene, except i worked at a decently high-end agency. I'm clean almost 10 years, now. I only, within the last 5 yrs or so, have become a certified effin' *FAN* of Ween! I love your content!

Possessed by da boognish

FAT!