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!!!!

Ridonkey Kong

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We're not sure what to make of this new video game music video trope. We're not even sure if that's the right name for it; it seems like we shouldn't have to say video that many times. At any rate, the rappers have their rims and hos; the indie kids have their Super Nintendos and light guns. Both have coke. Enjoy the following coin-op bip-bleep bliss.

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