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real crazy is viewing a suspension for throwing fists at the crowd in detroit, as an opportunity to build on your rap career, then saying it, out loud, to other people.
in a 1997 world, this video wouldn’t stir up anything. people would be attempt to watch it on (tivo-less) tubular televisions, and unable to fast forward or stay awake, never make it to the (yawwwn) “controversy.” he is as boring now as he was 12 years ago.
you know, sure. why not?
for some reason, young men being, well, silly (the uconn/ florida baseball rain delay dance-off, anyone?) really makes me happy. yay for this video.
catnip makes you drool bubbles.
i like that ellen page has the same shitty taste in living room decor that everyone has when they’re 20.
as punishment for winning, you have to real-fuck those judges.
as a woman, a “urinal cake” is one of those things that i forget exists. for a minute, i thought they were putting actual cakes with gene’s face on them, in urinals. you know, for marketing.
as a woman, a “urinal cake” is one of those things i forget is real. for a minute, i thought this was a cake, in a urinal, with gene’s face on it. you know, for marketing.
who can blame hbo? i mean, really? after a shows about sex, whores, the mafia, rich women in nyc, another show about whores,world war II, drug dealers, prison, porn stars (whores), boxing, cab rides, dead people, politics, polygamy and Mr Show, what were they supposed to do?
remember when they made a whole tv show of this?!
of course you don’t!
“wife her up”
that is the art of absolute nonchalant, being more clearly demonstrated between stints of pure energy.
final fight for snes. freals.