I am shred-obsessed
The Booger balls are back. And this time, they're racing for glory.
After reuniting with his long-lost brother Hunter, Frank and the gang (Jack, Henry, Alice, and Hunter) shift gears from music to motors. When Booger land is invited to compete in a dangerous, high-speed human beach race, they build the Boogeracer. A souped-up beast painted like the Frankenstrat.
Facing off against human vehicles like the Hoonicorn and a Porsche, the Booger balls have to outwit their competition. The course is brutal, the odds are microscopic, and no one expects a bunch of colorful, faceless balls to survive, let alone win.
There's chaos, sabotage, and one sick accident on the way to the top. But with teamwork, engineering, and raw spirit, the Booger balls shred the track and prove that size doesn't matter.
They cross the finish line. And the Booger balls celebrate.
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In the quirky world of Booger land, four colorful, faceless Booger balls (Jack, Henry, Frank, and Alice) rock out in Booger castle. But when Frank's new guitar mysteriously goes missing, the crew uncovers a dark secret: a seemingly innocent basketball star from the human world has stolen the prized Charvel San Boogers, and Hunter, Frank's supposedly deceased brother, might be more alive than anyone thought. What starts as a mission to retrieve a guitar turns into a high-stakes rescue, packed with betrayal, twisted alliances, and face-melting solos. Get ready for a wild ride of slime, strings, and surprises. Booger land will never be the same.
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What the Booger balls played:
Jack - Washburn Booger 4
Henry - Jackson Slimy V
Frank - Charvel San Boogers Style 1
Alice - Ibanez BGR50 Bass
Hunter - Gretsch Boogercaster Drum Kit
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By unidentified flying authors
'Absolutely BRILLIANT book!'
My friend really helped me with this one :)
To me, they sound like potatoes.
I do not like the sound of potatoes.
Alright, the white Ibanez JEM is gorgeous. The sleek curves, the polished finish, the way it practically glows under the stage lights. It's everything you would want in a guitar. But here's the thing: there's something just a little creepy about it. Don't tell anyone, but I find it kind of unsettling.
Let's start with the shape. The body's got these smooth, almost otherworldly curves that don't quite look natural. The monkey grip handle is honestly the creepiest part. It is cool, yes, but also kind of looks like it was made for an alien creature to hold. Or maybe something a bit more haunted. I love the design, but holding it feels like you're grabbing onto something that was not meant for a normal human hand (or paw).
And the color. It's not a nice soft cream or a mellow ivory; no, this thing glows like a magical relic from some long-forgotten kingdom. It's almost like it's too pristine, too perfect, and that makes it feel like it's got secrets. Sometimes, guitars that perfect feel like they might be hiding some Dark magic.