About Us

One fateful night, Refined Taste and Youthful Abandon got drunk and did the nasty. The condom broke and they made a baby. That's us, and we're The Shit.

The Hot Shit

We, too, once swam over 3,000 miles down the Amazon. Except it was more like the Willamette, for ten miles, and we actually didn't leave the boat. But the delirium thing definitely happened.

So no one besides us remembers that one Travis Morrison song where he sings about whales, but this kind of reminds us of that. Except more hilarious. Good song topics for Rivers Cuomo: lesbians, animals. Bad topics: Beverly Hills, animals.

Word's don't—nay, can't—describe. Apparently Jeezy even ad-libs in interviews.

Gee, this totally doesn't make up for the fact that Paddy still hasn't finished the third volume of his memoirs.

It's definitely about the free booze.

So now he's picking on girls? We are convinced that The Game has become the Hank Kingsley of hip hop.

Martha Stewart is so powerful that she sends Jews to Hell.

UPDATE: We don't know what to believe in this whole Keef matter.

Oh, Keef. What have you come to? Oh wait, you've been this way for over 30 years.

$%*(&@#! MOVABLE TYPE I WILL KILL YOU!!!!

Talking Shit: MLK Day Edition

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Introducing a semi-occasional feature, in which we examine the week in beef.

Whilst out and about today, we overheard actual middle-aged white people discussing the Rosie/Trump beef. And that got us thinking. For these are divisive, contentious times that pit neighbor against neighbor, brother against brother, and, every so often, brother against neighbor. Also, there's hella MySpace hacking.

  • It turns out Jim Jones' potshots at Hova are not to go unavenged; it's just that Jay-Z isn't going to do the dirty work. Recently, Rocafella puppy Tru-Life was sicced on the Diplomats, leading to a retaliatory and hilarious MySpace hacking. Apparently, Freekey's been taking HTML nights at CCNY. Good luck finding screenshots; most have been taken down. [Still Listen]
  • The Game, desperate to start beef with anyone who will pay him attention, has announced that he would kick David Beckham's ass. This a week after he stated that he could out-wrestle WWE's The Game, who supposed stole the rapper's name. Basically, if you engage in some kind of competitive activity, The Game will challenge you. Here's hoping Garry Kasparov's next on his beef list. [The Guardian]

Until next time. Dipset bitch.

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