So I’m changing it up again…

I switched over to tumblr. I think I like it more. I am now here.

If Rappers Were Characters From The Wire

Got this link to a funny article. If you like rappers or The Wire you should like this. If you don’t like those things, we aint friends.

(via Aziz)

Listening to Kieth Sweat songs and this came up.

I know. Really cool.

Diddy don’t like ones.

“How da hell dis one crept in my roll?”

I love Diddy.

Pretty sure I just lost fifty bucks.

I just bought (got conned into buying) a subscription to ESPN the magazine. I don’t even read ESPN the magazine. I don’t even read.

This guy just came up to the door and gave me his speech and I fell for it. He really did put out a pretty good speech though, how he wants to be a real man, want’s to provide for his little one, all that junk. So I bought a two year subscription to something I probably won’t read, and really that I don’t even want in my mailbox.

Come to think of it though I kinda hope I get scammed. I don’t want this magazine, and I did it to help this guy out anyway. I hope he pockets the 54 dollars(I’m sure he will anyway). If I’m out the money anyway, might as well have him get it all. Either way I’m an idiot.

Did he even take down my address?

UPDATE: I Looked up the company that this guy was selling magazines through. People have reported being scammed. Awesome.

New Observe and Report Red Band Trailer

Looks pretty funny. Rogen seems to play a real douche and if he goes for it hard enough it could be great. Let’s hope so.

The nation needed to hear this.

The weather sucked, it was cold, and I was wet. But then something came along to pick me up.

I would write some little thing explaining this, but it would probably just be stupid. You  HAVE TO GO HERE though. This is hilarious.

April Winchell is the best person of 2009 so far for putting these clips online. I’m excited for the remixes and dance hits to come.

What a nice young man.

Chris Partlow drives a Navigator too.

Last night/early this morning I had the longest dream. And it went like this.

BEGIN DREAM SEQUENCE

I was driving and I was low on gas. And for some reason, instead of just filling up. I somehow transformed my Honda Civic into a Lincoln Navigator. Of course. But then I still had about an eighth of a tank in my new whip. That really doesn’t make much sense. So I’m not happy because I still need to get gas, and then I realize how uncomfortable my new Nav is.

The seat is weird, and super low, so I can barely see over the wheel. But then I realize there is a flip down booster in the seat back so i flip that down to get to a comfortable riding level. So I’m okay now, but still need gas. I pull up to my first stop light and realize, “shit, this doesn’t stop very well at all.”

I look down to realize that the brake is situated, not next to the accelerator, but on top of it as a smaller toe sized pedal in the middle. So stopping and going is a very touchy process. But it’s a dream, so I figure that out pretty quick. And then for a quick, unrelated minute, I remember thinking of Whoopie Goldberg. No wait, it was Oprah. Maybe both?? I’m not really sure.

But I pull up to a light (this all takes place in my hometown of Rocklin, Ca), and I’m behind an Asian guy, on a mountain bike, in a Lakers jersey, and a bucket hat. The weird part was, there are bike lanes everywhere in Rocklin, so why was he in the lane making a left in front of me. OH SHIT! Dude has a gun!

He’s not facing me yet, but this gun is just out in the open, and I see him cock it. My toe is resting in the complicated brake pedal, ready to hit the gas, when he makes a small turn around on his bike and walks up to my fly ass tinted windows. This is the weird part. Because it is a dream, I don’t act like a pussy like I would in real life. I would normally hand over the keys, and probably throw in my wallet just to be safe. But this time I decided to peel. I hit the gas!

A U-turn? Why would I do a U-turn instead of just flying by this guy and making a right? I don’t know, but it worked hella good. I’m flying away from this guy and he jumps on his Huffy and chases me. I’m right near the left turn toward my house but I don’t want this dude to know where I live, so I go right instead, leaving this fool in the dust.

All I can remember is driving around town, making tons and tons of U-turns, contemplating how long I should wait to go back. Because this Lakers fan is probably offended by me not respecting his steel, just pulling U-turns in his face, I take the long way to the McDonald’s in Roseville where I was meeting my friends. And just before I get there. I wake up. (Who meets their friends at a McDonald’s? Even in a dream, where things don’t make sense, that’s pathetic.)

END DREAM SEQUENCE

My roommate was knocking on my door to ask if I wanted to go to breakfast with him before work. Did you know that Denny’s was giving away free Grand Slams this morning? Just free. That’s four choices of any twos. I was going to go for the 2 Bacon, 2 Pancakes, 2 Eggs, and probably 2 more bacon. All for free. But I was so tired I couldn’t even answer when he knocked. I tried, and literally couldn’t say any words.

This was probably the last story anybody would ever want to hear. Except the Denny’s part.

Who else see da leprechaun, say YEAH!

This is a great video.

And this is a great website to check out after you watch the video. Check out the movie posters.