These hilarious songs (and everything else on this page) were written by my buddy Alison Strano, geckolio@aol.com. Be sure to e-mail her and tell her what an amazing job she did. I'll keep adding them as fast as she can write them. Please do not use any of these parodies without her permission. If you have any nin-related creative works (funny or otherwise, art or text), and would like to see them on the web, please e-mail me. I'm interested in getting a whole archive of stuff like this up, and I'll post pretty much anything anyone sends me.
The Perfect Rug (the perfect drug)
Mr. Pizza Hut (mr. self destruct)
My Bed Is Wet (that's what i get)
Light Of The Lamps (march of the pigs)
March Of The Cats (march of the pigs)
Hike Of The Hogs (march of the pigs)
Happiness In Vinerys (happiness in slavery)
Lingerie In My Home (head like a hole)
Big Man With A Cummerbund (big man with a gun)
The Twelve Days Of Trentmas On the first day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 2nd day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 3rd day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, three leather shorts, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 4th day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, four bruised musicians, three leather shorts, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 5th day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, over fiiiive feeeeeet of Treeeeent... four bruised musicians, three leather shorts, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 6th day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, six feet of Robin, over fiiiive feeeeeet of Treeeeent... four bruised musicians, three leather shorts, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 7th day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, seven synths a-smashed up, six feet of Robin, over fiiiive feeeeeet of Treeeeent... four bruised musicians, three leather shorts, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 8th day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, eight roadies running, seven synths a-smashed up, six feet of Robin, over fiiiive feeeeeet of Treeeeent... four bruised musicians, three leather shorts, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 9th day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, nine inch nails, eight roadies fleeing, seven synths a-smashed up, six feet of Robin, over fiiiive feeeeeet of Treeeeent... four bruised musicians, three leather shorts, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 10th day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, ten flashing strobe-lights, nine inch nails, eight roadies fleeing, seven synths a-smashed up, six feet of Robin, over fiiiive feeeeeet of Treeeeent... four bruised musicians, three leather shorts, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 11th day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, eleven fists a-fucking, ten flashing strobe-lights, nine inch nails, eight roadies fleeing, seven synths a-smashed up, six feet of Robin, over fiiiive feeeeeet of Treeeeent... four bruised musicians, three leather shorts, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee. On the 12th day of Trentmas a groupie gave to me, twelve steady mic stands, eleven fists a-f*cking, ten flashing strobe-lights, nine inch nails, eight roadies fleeing, seven synths a-smashed up, six feet of Robin, over fiiiive feeeeeet of Treeeeent... four bruised musicians, three leather shorts, two slinky fishnets, and a HussyBoy in a NIN Tee.geckolio@aol.com
The Hunt
The flesh-eating T-Rez looks down from the top of the prehistoric
grassy hill. A sudden rusteling from the woods nearby catches the big
behemoth's attention. His eyes dart about, attempting to discover the
source of the noise. Suddenly, from behind a hedge, an obiese
Courtnedon sprints out, running along the outer limits of the woods to
flee her attacker. But the T-Rez, being ever more agile, catches up to
her before she travels 10 meters. He pounces upon the Courtnedon and
begins to mutilate her.
He places one giant hind leg on top of the squealing dinosaur's
back. With the other, he slashes at the Courtnedon's hide, sending warm
blood flowing. Licking it up with his tongue, he wants more. He shreds
her tail and gets blood from there. Then he takes one giant bite from
her stomach.
As she lay in agony, his giant jaws enclose her tiny head. He
twists slowly, and then yanks at the skull. The creature's ugly head
is tossed as far away as T-Rez can throw it. He then continues his
devouring of the now-silent dinosaur.
geckolio@aol.com
