gabba gabba haymaker

It should be noted that The Ramones are most likely my favorite band of all time. Their various untimely passings did not send me into a 13-year-old-girl-cutting-her-wrists-over-the-death-of-Cobain type depression, but it did bum me out a bit. Since their respective demises, sales of pink baby-doll Ramones t-shirts have gone through the roof (the roof, which is not on fire by the way, so conserve your water - we're in the middle of the 3rd worst drought in history, asshole) and their old albums have been repackaged and re-released shamelessly. Since I don't give a fuck about anything post-Rocket to Russia, and when I've been drinking I don't have much tact or respect for the dead plus an unhealthy addiction to fucking around with Photoshop, I present to you my suggestion for the inevitable repackaging (complete with price gouging) of the audio atrocity that is.......

What kind of loving god would spare Marky?