Wiz Khalifa Vs. Empire of the Sun – The Thrill

Fuck work. And so the time for blondes and booze has come, even though it’s cold as hell outside.  The liquor will provide you the warmth and words to complete your objective.  Enough said, trust the Goose.

We No Speak Americano (Remix) – Marco Calliari

So all of NYC came to a skreeching halt last night.  Subways, shut down, rail road, shut down, buses, shut down, cabs, none around, traffic, plenty.  I finally manage to get a subway train that was leaving Manhattan, jam packed of course.  Massive amount of stinky bastards and a diverse mix of chicken-heads all crammed into a space filled with people at the brink of raging insanity.  Anyway, I want to thank one chickenhead in particular for her “half english and some other random language”, very vivid, and descriptive story of how she gave a BJ to some dude after a basketball game.  When I was 16, I was all about playing fucking Sega Genesis and riding my bike around.  I guess McDonalds and the dudes from the block have made all these young’n chicks into mini adults.  Well, welcome to a lifetime of sore knee caps, my dear.

Kanye West ft. Jay-Z, Rick Ross, Bon Iver, Nicki Minaj – Monster

Walmart hmmmm.  Midwest America hmmm.  So diverse and cultured hmmmm.  Just imagine.  Imagine rolling around in a bucket of mayonnaise that smells like dirty socks.  That my friend, is how it probably feel to sleep next one of these redneck beast chicks.  Now imagine pulling out bags of expired B&G pickles from the trunk of an extremely ignorant ass 1991 Chevy Caprice Station wagon;  that is how it feels to have sex with one of these vehicles.

Photos courtesy of hilarious fucking www.peopleofwalmart.com

03 F k You (feat. Devin the Dude & Snoop Dogg) for UniquePiss.com

Dre, to transition out to a sunny fucking weekend which will also consist of draining of the checking account.

Waka flocka-hard in the paint (remix) (feat. gucci mane)

Something about this song is just so just fucking ill.  Maybe it’s the bassy beat, maybe Waka Flocka Flame’s lyrics are catchy, maybe it’s purely a punch-a-wall cause you hooked up with Nadja Benaissa (pop singer with AIDS, who allegedly was purposely spreading it with random dudes) last weekend music.  Whatever my reason, it’s perfect for the upcoming weekend of vomiting and close-talking to random skeezers.  In addition, take note, when talking to these skeezers, it might be quite possible they might have AIDS.  Solution you ask?  Tell them if they have AIDS and  hook up with you, you’re going to stab them in the face with a tire iron.  Issue resolved, infection prevented.

Billy Joel – New York State of Mind

Time to waste money and conversation on random drunk girls and then end our unsuccessful night at the strip club.  Strippers are so cool.  So is Billy Joel.