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I’m not sayin’, I’m just saying

July 31, 2008 1 comment

If I sent this into Private Eye I’d get £10 for this, so you better be happy I’m giving it to you for free. Assuming, probably massively incorrectly, that anyone who reads Private Eye ever has the slightest clue who either of these two chuckleheads are.

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Indie moustache chicks

July 27, 2008 1 comment

I don’t get this. At all. Read more…

Keepin’ It Nonpositive: The Worst Songs of the Decade So Far. #1: Bedouin Soundclash – “Where The Night Feels My Song”, #24 October 2005.

Despite the fact that none of them have ever mentioned the song in my presence, here’s a brief list of people “Where The Night Hears My Song” reminds me of Read more…

You ain’t a crook son, you’re just a shook one

July 24, 2008 1 comment

The Vanilla Midget of the crit game, Giles Coren, on the warpath over at The Times. Ignoring the devolution into txtspk capitalisation, the pointless use of the phrase “dual valency”, and homeboy’s refusal to actually submit his e-mails through a spellchecker before he sends them, I’m just stunned that anybody would get so butthurt over the fact that their sub-Two Ronnies song routine wordplay got dicked about with. Dicked about, as fluent Yiddish speakers will know, can have two meanings.

BONUS FACT: I’ve met two women in my life who find  Giles Coren attractive. One of them has since been sectioned under the Menthal Health Act.

DJ Khaled – Out Here Grinding (Feat. Akon, Rick Ross, Plies, Lil Boosie, Ace Hood & Trick Daddy)

July 23, 2008 1 comment

Words… cannot… express. Although it’s good to see that Rick Rawwws isn’t letting his past come back to haunt him, this truly is amazing on every single level. Ricky and his crew in matching Busby Berkeley red umbrellas, Plies renacting 40% of late 90s metal videos with 250% more diamonds, Trick Daddy being apparently unaware of what a large group of men in blackshirts marching through a ruined town of crying children signifies, and LIL BOOSIE RUNNING AWAY FROM A MOTHERFUCKING FIREBALL. 10/10.

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Jude Rogers: I can’t believe it’s not butthurt

Dumb shit like this is what will, thankfully, kill off the broadsheets’ obsession with blogging. Read more…

Mood: content

July 22, 2008 1 comment

So, upon hearing of the death of K-Swift at a pool party from drowning, I immediately rushed off to Google full of mourning, mainly thinking that the guy from Tha Liks had carked it. Instead, it turns out it’s some fucking American radio DJ or other has rolled a seven. Still, while you’ve got to respect her friends for getting into her Myspace so quickly to Blingee her display photo with some angel wings and a Photoshop default “heaven” background, but, discounting how creepy it is to see them listed as “online now”, surely they can find a better mood than “content, smiley face”?