A remake of the classic Slick Rick mediation on unreconstructed male-female interactions.
The silly string graffiti on the wall is when the ditty transcended the overly-narrow constraints of the genre for me.
Additionally, “prostitute,” in this theater, is a simile for Thatcher and her domestic policies.
Essentially, my man is calling for the reclamation of governmental stewardship by [...]
. . . Is a key line in this middling non-seminal quasi-classic from Tha’ Alkaholiks (I wanted to type “The Alcoholics” but my Urban Dictionary spell-checker keeps it real.)
At some point in this melodious romp through the hazy fog of inebriation-inspired poor judgment, the lead Rap dude, Tash, or the “Rap-singer Tash” as the New [...]
Pardon my page-rank-splitting title, but, well, come on man. Given that we have zero friends in common, I am not just going to have to pass, but you have been blocked, as well, as a result of your aesthetic absurdity.
Really?
I told my staff (people who work for me, fool) that I would be in San Francisco on 4/20, and the two twenty-year olds snickered. I didn’t know what was so goddamned funny.
I arrived at the city, and found it dysfunctional, as there was a weird heat-wave of 88°, which, by the way, neverfuckinghappensinaprilinsanfrancisco, and [...]
But when I get some of those aforementioned skinny jeans, I hope like hell that I can be all famous up in this blog.
Look at this fucking hipster.
Excuse me, I have to rollerblade over to my uncured wild venison collective distribution.
Don’t tell the man.
Untitled from lookatthisfuckinghipster on Vimeo.
Uh, this shit is wack, and unironically so.
Maybe it’s the hair, or maybe it’s the endlessly entertaining Pat Summitt-baiting, but I am a fan of this guy. And the 47 seconds of last night’s NCAA Womens’ Final I was subconsciously lulled into watching did suggest hours and hours of fundamentally sound scoop-layup drills. You can almost sense David Stern stroking his chin mulling over [...]
Auto Tuning from Casey Donahue on Vimeo.
A “friend” of mine sent this to me and intimated that it would be even funnier if we had had a couple of, oh, say, “beers” while watching it.
It is funny just straight, IMHO.
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First there was this.
Sony Releases New Stupid Piece Of Shit That Doesn’t Fucking Work
But as I was watching Synecdoche, N.Y. with my wife last night, I came to the conclusion that the reality of the situation is not as funny.
(The film is as enjoyable as a visit to Michael Vicks’ compound in 2007, by the [...]