A pathetic attempt by Fred Durst to revitalize grunge used around late 2001-early 2002. The band had very little potential and just wrote carbon copy radio friendly material. Nirvana is obviously their biggest influence. Apparantely, they only had like two hit songs, "Blurry" and "She Hates Me", and their 2003 album "Life In Display" was ignored and nobody gave a shit about it.
Ordinary guy: Remember Puddle of Mudd?
Music fan: Unfortunately, yes.
The murky, stenchy remnants of an earlier human defecation hot gopher overflowing in the hole of the green on a golf course resulting from heavy rain or daily watering of the greens.
“Nice shot dude - you read that 40-footer perfectly!” “Thanks dude - yeah these greens are really slow today...must have been that storm last night. Oh shit! What’s this Puddle of Mudd in the hole? I can’t even see my ball. (Pulls out ball covered in stenchy muck). Oh shit! This smells like shit! Fuck - there’s a piece of corn stuck to it. Some dbag must’ve hot gophered this yesterday...”
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.