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although the children’s book go the fuck to sleep! by george w. bush was a groundbreaking tome, wake the fuck up!, narrated by samuel l. jackson, is currently tearing up the thing with the thing with the stuff. mmmmmmmm…
this is a worthy kickstarter, if ever there was one, son. perhaps sinbad richardson’s not directly saving humanity from itself, but he will indirectly save us all with the jennifer harris in each one of us.
this is your chance to get in on the ground floor of a fantabulous idea. DONATE HERE.
this here jennifer harris cartoon has been on my refrigerator for the past 4 years, and makes me laugh everytime I look at it (which is pretty much every day):
next chance I get to do a music video, I am *totally* hiring mr. richardson. I’m also a deluxe-level fan of HULK-298 (“jesus on a fishstick”) from the MTL days. [ROLL CLIP!!]
-crisp 6 slices of quality bacon, cool and crumble
-crumble 1/2 a cup of cambozola
-pan fry (in butter) 1 cup of baby bella mushrooms (or chanterelles )
-prepare 1 pkg of fiber gourmet rotini pasta
-grate 1 cup of gruyere de comte
-1/2 cup of whole cream
-saute 1 large bunch of dino (lacinato) kale
holy fuck, this is a purdy flik. it’s kinda like watching the matrix, where you have to squint your eyes or just flat out pretend that fucking talent-suck keanu reeves has most certainly NOT been cast as the quasi-savior-esque “neo” just to somehow, some way, enjoy it… ahem. scorsese rocks, despite fucking nicolas cage. filmsmithing. fo’ reals.
and truly, the cinematography rocks.
now that prince has lost every sweaty drop of his cool, you know that had rick james survived, well, being rick james, he’d still be an xxxtra funky titan of funk. extra props for the rickenbacker bass. 31 years later this album still iz the shit.
believe this: he’s rick james, be-yotch!
really, it seems like a “guy thing” but deliciousness iz universal, yo. step up and feel the heat.
aaaaaahahhhhhhahahahahh!!!!!!!
holy fucking fuck, ioan grillo has king kong-sized nutz and after reading this i am never, ever going to mexico. EVER!
um…seriously? if you were ever concerned that the end of all our freedoms were just around the bend: fear not, my friends, the end is ALREADY HERE. thanks george w.
sweet dreams.
i’m a touched irked that some of the smoldering nuggets on this deliciously colored vinyl, very limited edition will not be included on the 2 disc cd (later this year) but this drop is just so damn hot; either way you see through the eyes of a killer.
it’s like the soundtrack to michael jackson’s autopsy during the payoffs and destroying of evidence…
hmmm. maybe it’s just because i hate fucking opportunistic, parasitic, piece of shit, lowlife scum and, well, therefore love vigilante comeuppance (cause and effect/affect), or maybe it’s because this is THE definitive michael caine flick; a great script, great cast and all michael fucking caine. who fucking cares?
trust your ol’ buddy shim: you will be high fivin’ yerself and doing “i’m michael caine” impressions for days.
maybe it’s just me but after tasting this vonder-beer, i can only say: shave your head and pack your bags for belgium.
these felonious monks have basically solved pi in beer form.
good for what ale’s you-get thee to a monastery, bitchez.
