I’ve been talking about recording a hip-hop EP for a while now and now that I actually have a sufficient number of beats and money to buy a proper microphone, I might actually be obligated to go through with it.
Because I’m obsessed with album covers, I figured I needed a cover that was my steeze, yet inordinately gangster. I stumbled onto this illustration at just the right time.
Today my mom asked me what I thought of her and dad going to Cuba after they retire. I thought she was talking about the expat thing, which is awesome, but apparently she just meant a trip. If you’re reading this, mom: step up your game.
“He’s from the upper class
His parents raised him to be a finer breed
Bought a new mansion
Passed him the shiny keys and the title deeds
And paid your school’s private fees
Now you think you’re hard
Because you’ve been in some heated polo rivalries?
Nigel, please!”
NOT ENOUGH CONDOMS
Rowdy curling crowds; spontaneous street parties; public drunkeness. You don’t have to look far for evidence that the crowds at Winter Games in Vancouver know how to have a good time.
And, as if anymore proof is needed that a wild Olympic atmosphere permeates B.C.’s largest city, now there’s an apparent condom shortage.
That’s right. As you read this, an emergency shipment of condoms is desperately making its way across Canada to the West Coast city.
Health officials in Vancouver have already provided 100,000 free condoms to the roughly 7,000 ahtletes and officials at the Games. That’s about 14 condoms per person. But as of Wednesday, those supplies started running dangerously low.
So naturally, the Canadian Foundation for AIDS research decided to step and make sure there were no hitches in Olympic action.
“When we heard about the condom shortage in Vancouver, we felt it important to respond immediately,” said Kerry Whiteside, CANFAR’s Executive Director. The organization assembled three large boxes of about 8,500 condoms, much to the relief of libidos at the Olympic Village.
They’re expected to arrive on Thursday.
Free condoms first started to be distributed at the Olympics in Barcelona at the 1992 Games. This appears to be the first time that a shortage has struck the Games.
The one thing about the Olympics that kills me - kills me - is how after the events, shit turns to Fuck City. Every single time, athletes just let loose and start droppin’ panties all over the place.
Dios mio.
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Protect Ya Neck (The Jump Off) - the Wu-tang Clan
This was my jam for the Korean leg of my trip. Every train ride, every bus ride, constantly bumping this. So cool.
Yo, you may catch me in a pair of Polo Skippers, matching cap
Razor blades in my gums (Bobby!)
You may catch me in yellow Havana Joe’s goose jumper
And my phaser off stun (Bobby!)
Y’all might just catch me in the park playin’ chess, studyin’ math
Signin’ seven and a sun (Bobby!)
But you won’t catch me without the ratchet, in the joint
Smoked out, dead broke or off point (Bobby!)
Yuna Kim is now my girlfriend.
“Do give the work a name as quickly as possible. Own it, and see it. Dickens knew Bleak House was going to be called Bleak House before he started writing it. The rest must have been easy.”
(via marcinéma)
Forget Norway.
