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People could be uploading big, hi-res photos that look great on all the HD screens that devices have these days. Instead, we’re stuck in this flood of 612 x 612 pixel hype.
I’m just saying… that chick’s booty would look 10 times better on your iPad retina display if it was hi-res, dawg.
Wanting to try Molly or any other drug just because you heard about it in a rap song is lame as hell.
But that’s just me.
I told my home girl that if she bought me a Nexus 4, my lips would be, figuratively, permanently attached to her ass.
She was somewhat upset at the fact that she searched on every site and couldn’t find it anywhere (which I knew beforehand).
I guess she really must’ve wanted my lips on her ass. Badly.
Sometimes I don’t want to believe that the 90s were so long ago. My memories are still vivid from things that felt it was from yesterday…
It’s okay. If you know how to work the waist and really move it around, that more than compensates. Its not how much that’s there, its how you use it. I’ve seen dancers with no asses, but because they really know how to move it around, it fucks heads up and gets dudes sprung.
Its kinda like that thing girls say to guys with small dicks. Same concept.
Not like it was ever easy. Everybody is looking for some kind of a comeup and they’ll do it at your expense if they have to.
And you can’t even say “I wish it was like the old days” because it was like this back then too.
Trying to stay good despite all the influences and peer pressure we had to deal with growing up.
I love this shit from start to finish.
You should own a fat cat that has a sad face. When a chick sees your depressed cat, she’ll feel sad… and then you cheer her up. And then magic happens.
Fat depressed cats can get you laid.
I hate snippets for songs when they know the full song will come out a few days later. Then they’ll call it a “leak.”
I hate trailers for music videos when they know it won’t be anything we haven’t seen before anyway.
They’re feeding the hypebeasts and trying to get buzz on the blogs, but its a played out concept.
I’m nobody to tell anyone to chill when a bout of euphoria rushes through them and they get excited. This is when yolo happens. Yolo is dangerous.
Example: If I’m riding with you and we’re on the highway, and your song happens to come on, and you get turned up…. chill. Please. I don’t want to die because of your yolo moment. Now you’re speeding, swerving, head-bobbing, music loud as hell, your tongue sagging out of your mouth, reciting lyrics, your eyes wide open from excitement and looking like you’re on an experimental drug. Just… chill. I don’t want to die.
If I’m a punk for asking, so be it.
I watched an interview with Prodigy (from Mobb Deep) saying he doesn’t wear Jordans or Foamposites because everybody and their mom wears them these days.
So then I look on the video’s comments and I see people asking, “well if he doesn’t wear those then what does he wear?”
See… and those are called hypebeasts. Inexplicably blind to the various other shoe brands available besides Nike/Jordan, to the point where they need to ask what brand(s) he wears.
This is Instagram in a nutshell. Its wack as hell.
Somewhere along the way it turned into posting meme pics and random pics from other websites more than photos you took with your phone. Before it happened occasionally, but now its a regular thing.
Its getting harder to ignore because Instagram pics are so widespread outside of Instagram now.
I turned on my phone, went to the Google Play store and saw the “American Classics” section with albums on sale for $4.99.
Nas’ Illmatic, Run-D.M.C. Greatest Hits, Bruce Springsteen, Alice In Chains, Elvis Presley, 2pac, Barry White, Stevie Wonder….. and then I see “Tha Carter III” from Lil Wayne and “Pink Friday” from Nicki Minaj.
I used to want to smash Rihanna. Now its like… “k, she’s cool. What else?”
Rita Ora is almost there.