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.
04/09One 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.
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.
04/09Word's don't—nay, can't—describe. Apparently Jeezy even ad-libs in interviews.
04/08Gee, this totally doesn't make up for the fact that Paddy still hasn't finished the third volume of his memoirs.
04/05It's definitely about the free booze.
04/05So now he's picking on girls? We are convinced that The Game has become the Hank Kingsley of hip hop.
04/05Martha Stewart is so powerful that she sends Jews to Hell.
04/04UPDATE: We don't know what to believe in this whole Keef matter.
04/04$%*(&@#! MOVABLE TYPE I WILL KILL YOU!!!!
04/04
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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