You’re about to get mooned (by the actual moon’s backside) and flashed (by Lenny Kravitz). Also, don’t mess with armadillos or walruses. They aren’t having it.
As I’m writing this, I’m about to head to the airport for a few days of house hunting in a city I’ve never even been to. Eep!
1993! You are a wealth of musical riches! How am I to be happy with a mere ten songs of your excellence? By picking fifteen instead, that’s how. Turn up yer speakers, kids, we have a bit of (almost) everything this week.