Wolfpac

A really awful 90s nü metal band that used to have 2 ex bloodhound gang members in it but couldn’t make up for their awful music made in the basement of the suave DLL’s parent’s house (where he still lived when Something Wicked… came out) despite trying every gimmicky trick in the book. Porn stars and naked chicks. 600 lb DJs (their only decent member) necrophelia lyrics (see “Death Becomes Her” with its lyrics “one man’s trash is another mans treasure”), trying to get on Howard Stern, and a rotating cast of 20some bit players that make them look like the Menudo of Norristown.

“You wanna go see Wolfpac play at the skatepark next week?”
“Is that the “like they do on the discovery channel band?”
“No. Well, almost.”
“Almost. Well, no.”

South Street

Noun and Adj. Person, place or thing that was cool and is now both corporate and can be physically dangerous. Someone or something that lost their character, is just part of the nameless mass of everything else now, and suffers for it. People like to talk about how things were because they’re sick of looking at your face(ade) knowing how things ARE. It’s not quite looked at with pity, because if not so greedy, so eager to gentrify themselves, they might have retained what made them them to begin with,

“Yo, ‘member when Willy used to wear those corduroy suits to school, saying it was because he was gonna steal hisself a Caddy at 3:55 to take his girl out and didn’t want to look suspicious?”
“Yeah, that boy was one of a kind. But now… Isn’t he pushing paper in middle management with the WASP wifey and rugrats out in Bucksco? He was just another South Street, man.”