I bought a pop-up book in a pop-up brothel, and a popsicle, and an awful broth of offal. Then I bought a pop-up tent in a pop-up store, and popping candy, for Candy, the girl from the brothel. Her pop-up ads were so popular I had to buy a pop-up blocker. I ordered poppadoms before I popped the question, followed by the champagne cork, before I choked on a piece of popcorn and popped my clogs. Turns out Hell plays pop music. Bop-du-bop. Poppycock.