
Is it worrisome that I like digging up dead bodies and putting sunglasses on them more than I like IPAs? I tried burying an IPA and then digging it up once, in hopes that I’d like it more, but the sunglasses didn’t fit and it was still too bitter and hoppy. I love porters, but I love them so much I’m actually ashamed. You are the first person I’ve ever admitted this to.
Well then here you go, sloppy joe! ENJOY!

I let you pick the names for all the characters in my story because you promised to fuck me to death. The names determined how the characters would die. When I looked up the name you chose for me in the guidebook, it clearly stated I would die of organ failure. I told you this was supposed to be a funny story, and while breaking your promise is one thing, there is nothing funny about organ failure. You said you would give me a new middle name to ensure it involved clowns.
So Perfume Genius couldn't have a video with "two men embracing (not naked) because YouTube/Google said it was "promoting mature sexual themes", but this singer Rhye is allowed to post this video today?!?
There's bare boobies and everything! I might even call the YouTube cops myself.
I know it's raining and like everyone you're tired. Tired of being covered in bacteria, tired of being pregnant and of torsos in general. But when you're tired that's just nature's way of telling you Ayn Rand looks exactly like Lenny from The Simpsons. Do an image search, it's uncanny.
Here is a real man...
This was playing at Marination Station a little while ago, and I almost died of happiness. I don't love the video as much as "Shoop" and "Push It," but the song is one of the most purely awesome things humans have ever created, and you should listen to it now and whenever you are feeling a little weird and need to shake it off.
Everyone at Marination was tapping their feet and dancing while sitting on the stools waiting for their food. (Also, their food is crazy delicious.) It's Friday, and it's real pretty out, and everyone should listen to hella Salt-N-Pepa and then go out tonight.
Also, true fact: Performing this song with your mom at a family reunion is a 100% sure hit. You're welcome!
Tomorrow, if it snows heavily, may you be stuck inside your house. May you be stuck there with a lover. And may this chord happen to you.

K'ronikka isn't that different than Ke$ha. Or this numbnuts.

I was reading some hate about the "Little Rooster," an alarm clock for women that you wear in your underwear at night and wakes you up by vibrating at increased intensities (um...the site used the phrase "Snorgasm's.")


Long story short, the person thought Adele was Amy Winehouse. He is Suzuki, a complete head. Suzuki has no idea what plays on the radio and hasn’t in five years. He’s unfettered. Suzuki likes to stare at his Koi fish and attempt to make bass sounds that are outside the human range of hearing. He listens to junky South American electronica, Sleeper, Hella, Tomahawk, and Charles Mingus. He’s antisocial and his headphones are practically growing into his skull.
Suzuki is like a sonic Carlos Castaneda and Ipecac Recordings is his Yaqui Way of Knowledge. Listening sessions with him are a training. I take notes when I’m with Suzuki and date them 1962:
After lunch, the man put water into my canteen, and two pieces of fresh wheat bread into my knapsack. Instructions: Walk on the road for about a mile, cut through a field, and in two hours there will be foothills standing south of town. Southpark? The I.D? Leschi? Climb to a clearing, press play on Miles Davis' “Rated X” off Panthalassa. Look East. Spit into dirt. Sky to cave in, or droop. Snake tongue.
I remember when I first heard Adele. I thought it was Amy Winehouse, too.
Just in case naming their collaboration "Duck Sauce" wasn't weird enough, DJs A-Trak and Armand Van Helden made this video. Holy crotch-face. Oh, soooo many crotch-faces.
"My mom was like, 'It's funny, but it makes me uncomfortable. I can't show it to your father,'" A-Trak says.
Meanwhile, Kanye West praised it for pushing the envelope. "You took a risk as an artist to piss out of your mouth," he told A-Trak over e-mail. —Rolling Stone
On the heels of Anna's knocked up poll, here's another battle of the songs that cover similar thematic territory, specifically premature ejaculation.
Exhibit A:
Sample lyrics: "Relax, don't do it, when you want to come."
Exhibit B:
Sample lyrics: "Mama told me not to come. Mama told me not to come."
To my shock and amazement, these are two songs that exist in the world. Which begs the question: Who would you rather be impregnated by, R. Kelly or Dwarves' Blag Dahlia?
Exhibit A:
Sample lyrics:
Chorus: "Girl you make me wanna get you pregnant/Lay your body down and get you pregnant (Knock you up)"
Also:
"I think both of us should leave this club/And get somewhere alone with me/Where there's no phones to ring/And plant this magic seed"
And:
"Put those pills on chill/And girl, give me my baby"
Oh yeah, AND!!!:
"Oh girl, I'mma take care of you/I'mma still hold you like we are brand new/So don't get it twisted: For thirty-something weeks, I'm still gonna hit it/Babysit it, babysit it"
Exhibit B:
Sample (okay, pretty much only) lyrics:
"Let's get pregnant right now/It's our only hope/Let's get pregnant/I need more welfare"
So...
My dead grandmother is being sued by an adult entertainment company for copyright infringement. How do I handle this?
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Alright, maybe they're not full-on tonsil-tickling, but look at THESE PHOTOS. Okay, or not okay?