Dice e-mailed me this lastnite to remind folks that he isn’t simply liberating his archives as opposed to just making more hot fire for your earholes [ll].
This David Copperfield joint is like catching a cold in the summer – str8 influenza mixed with amnesia and Alzeheimers. I know you thought I was gonna say AIDS, but that is a cliche Drake ad-lib.
Dice Raw >>> Drake. But y’all knew that.
Tell me this shit ain’t fire?
Dice Raw – ‘David Copperfield’
The Association ‘chip tourney has come down to one last game and the winner takes all.
Thursday night’s tilt will mark the 17th time that the Finals have needed a seventh game to decide the champs.
In lieu of the news that Disney Corp., the parent company of ESPN would be shuttering almost all of the ESPN Zone restaurants I have decided to watch this historic game at that venue.
Not from the bar or an attended booth, but from my fave zone in the building – the deuceteria.
Sheeeit, with a screen in the latrine playing Game 7 and my own food and beverages I can tell you off top who the real winner will be on Thursday night…
Winning, winning, winning, winning. Winning…
Not that this will save the music industry any more than Justin Bieber will, but it is fun to see an ‘event’ in terms of new music for the kids.
Drake is cementing the return of the lightskint dominance. Shout outs to Grant Hill, Tony Dungy, Shemar Moore, Alfonso Ribiero, Christoper Williams, Cockroach, and of course, the patron saint of lightskintedness: Al B. Sure
Mark you calendars internets.
Afro-punk Festival 2010
June 25-27
@ Commodore Barry Park (directly outside of the Bklyn Navy Yards)
Cool Kids
J*Davey
NinjaSonik
Activator
Game Rebellion
Martin Luther
Bad Brains
and more…
A skatepark and BMX ramps
FREE SHIT!
Listen, it’s Afro-punk hotdammit and if you don’t know by now its because you don’t belong up in there getting down. This year is gonna be the most major Affro-Punk Festival ever but you gotta copp tickets.
Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old,
Sometimes I’d like to quit,
Nothin’ ever seems to fit,
Hangin’ around,
Nothin’ to do but frown,
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down.
-The Carpenters
If Sally Struthers were still alive she’d tell you to be this little boy’s friend for only pennies per day. Think about how much time you spend here learning about the shit you like. Some school would charge you thousands for the privilege of sitting with one of their top educators. You give a multiplex theater a dub for a ticket and snacks and they give you 4-5 hours of entertainment.
I’m not making this pitch to all of you that regularly send me shit in the mail or hand off packages to me [ll] when you come thru New York City. I make this appeal to all of you that have gained something of value on these pages and believe in letting the dollars circulate. I overstand your desire to get free shit and I need for you to understand my desire to keep giving it to you raw and unkut [ll]. There is the button right there on the sidebar looking you in the face.
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