Life has been meaningless since the fall of The Ying Yang Twins

You know they're solely responsible for the music to which you ascribe many a memory — your first grinding experience, Prom 2008, falling down the stairs at Pike.

But in 2014, the Ying Yang Twins said goodbye to us and ever since, life has been dull, crops have been scarce, and Angelica's nightmare baby brother from Rugrats has been elected to office.

In short: life has been awful and meaningless without The Ying Yang Twins.

There was no duo that shaped our adolescence quite like The Ying Yang Twins.

When The Ying Yang Twins were in our lives, things made sense. We had vision. We had purpose. We had the perfect songs to both workout and dry-hump to. We had the means to express our pent up teenage aggression with crude and misogynistic lyrics. We had meaning in our pathetic, prude lives.

But now?

Life is dull. Any new song is sad, pathetic imitation of what truly great sweaty bar music is. Dry-humping doesn't have the same panache when you don't feel like the person singing the song is hovering behind you, personally whispering in your ear.

Sure, we have Drake and J. Cole, Ariana Grande and Nicki Minaj but it's not the same. As amazing as they all are, there's something to be said about rappers talking about the sweat dripping down their balls and asking you to make your pussy fart.

I mean, we knew the lyrics were crude but the songs were BOPS and there was something electifying about dancing to a naughty song that you knew mom wouldn't approve of.

Now, everything is shocking so nothing's shocking. Life has no meaning anymore, not since our boys went away.

I miss The Ying Yang Twins and so do you.

Let us always remember the twins who aren't twins at all.

@jenniferficarra