The internets is as unmerciful as politricks are when it comes time to throw the losers under the bus. When the G.O.P. jumped out with PIYUSH JINDAL as their 2012 Bizarro universe Barack they thought that just by putting someone on the frontlines that was from the ‘other’ was enough to describe their commitment to change.
Sadly for them they did as good a job vetting this Hindude as they did with Caribou Barbie SARAH PALIN. With his first, and possibly last shot at the big stage JINDAL flamed out like a bottle rocket with no stick to stabilize it. We used to call those joints “niggerchasers”. The Republican party at the moment is ready to pop off like a room full of bottle rockets with no stems attached and they are definitely chasing a nigger.
PIYUSH JINDAL’s cataclysmic burnout has garnered him a bit of internets celebritydom. The homey Combat Jack has decided to call an instance of epic failure a Piyush (pronounced pee-yoosh). In keeping time with other various internets memes the word Piyush will be contracted down to PU~ for usage on this site. I love the idea and I love just saying the word PU~. Doesn’t that just sound like something being released from someone’s sphincter at the most inopportune moment?
T-Pain surely wrote the song he is featured on with JAMIE FOXX. He is an evil genius the likes of a ROBERT SYLVESTER KELLY. His superpower is to create catchy singles that make your brain fluid drip from your ear canal. His music is banal and devoid of any social value unless dating strippers, bartenders and drinking Nuvo swill are the things you value.
The latest song that will surely be this season’s Spring Break date rape anthem is called ‘Blame It’ and it was placed on JAMIE FOXX’s album ‘Intuition’. This song is as bad for you as freebasing an 8-ball of Dwight Gooden’s white pudding and it is just as addictive.
Peep the lyrics to the song…
Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Patron (‘tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol (fades)
Ay, She say she usually don’t
But I know that she front
Cause shawty know what she want
But she don’t wanna seem like she easy
I hear you saying what ya won’t do
But you know we probably gon do
What you been fiending deep inside
Don’t lie now
Girl, What ya drinking
Gone let it sink in
Here for the weekend
Thinking, we can
See what we can be if we press fast foward
Just one more round
If you’re down, I’m for it
Fill another cup up
Feeling on your butt-What?
You don’t even care now
I was unaware
How fine you was before my buzz set in
(My buzz set in)
Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Petron (‘tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Top
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol (fades)
Oooh, see?
She spilled some drink on me
And now I’m knowing she’s tipsy
She put her body on me
And she keep staring me right in my eyes
No telling what I’m gon do
Baby, I would rather show you
What you been missing in your life
When I get inside
Girl, What ya drinking
Gone let it sink in
Here for the weekend
Thinking, we can
See what we can be if we press fast foward
Just one more round
If you’re down, I’m for it
Fill another cup up
Feeling on your butt-What?
You don’t even care now
I was unaware
How fine you was before my buzz set in
(My buzz set in)
Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Petron (‘tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Top
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol
(T-Pain Verse)
Girl I know you feel good
Just like you look
Couple more shots
You open up like a book
I ain’t tripping
(Cause I’ma read ya)
I ain’t tripping
(I just wanna please ya)
I’mma take a shot of Nuvo
Shawty didn’t you know
It’s going down
And we can go and kick it like judo
You know what I mean
Shawty got drunk, thought it all was a dream
So I made her say, “Ah, Ah, Ah”
Now she got her hands on my legs
Got my seats all wet in my ride
All over my ride
She look me dead in the eye (eye, eye)
Then my pants got bigger
She already knew what the figure
Had her looking at her boyfriend
Like “Fuck that Nigga”
(T-Pain Chorus)
Blame it on the juice
Got you feeling loose
Blame it on Petron
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Top
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol
Now to the Ballers popping bottles
With their Henny in they cups
Screaming “Money ain’t a thing”
And if it ain’t, throw it up
In the sky, Hold your drinks up high
And to the independent Ballers
Who can buy they own bottles
And if you looking like a model
When them broke fellas holla
Tell them bye
And throw ya drinks up high
You can…
Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Patron (‘tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Top
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol
This beat reminds me of the equally infectious hit ‘Drop It Like It’s Hot’
Editor’s note: China keeps on making it and Australia keeps on taking it. The SFU chancellor from down under DJ Pinky hits us off with the story and pics behind another acquisition.
T’was a quiet Sunday morning in ye’ old geelong town, and after getting home from playing the club @ 4am I was kinda hoping for some sleep in….
Not today!
Being that my lady is 8 and a bit months pregnant and could pop any day she wanted to go out and walk around the shops and stuff. So we headed up the highway to check out a lil’ place called Werribee Plaza. We just looked and walked and looked and walked.
Then upon leaving I suggest, seeing as were already out, why don’t we go a few more kms down the highway and check out this sweeeeeettt spot that has a sheer knack of getting the crazy SB’s. And being that the guys there know what’s up they like to hold some stuff for back room sharing lol[ll].
Special sneaker fiend access.
So we get there and they offer me a pick of the SB Spidermans or the SB Big Gulps…
