The battle of the blogs. The battle of stickers. One on the way up. One looking like it’s alienating everyone who has anything to do with it (but who would give a fuck when you just made a song for Usher). Why the fuck is The Dirty Frenchman smiling like a fucking cunt. He should have a mean face on. But he’s a drunk ass. So he smiled for this. Anyway. Sure WMC is almost over but we’re still gonna fucking post all the latest shit you need to wreck parties. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO LET’S GET THIS GOING AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!
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Hey bros! Do you have any blow? It’s me again, John C Reilly. I’m just was looking to score blow but also just wanted to tell you about fucking moombahton music and how I listen to it on my free time. I know I look like Colonel Sanders. I’m playing fucking Colonel Sanders in the movie about his fucking life. Yeah, it’s big. But the thing is, I need blow to play him. I need blow and then I do it and I listen to moombahton and then I “become” Colonel Sanders. His mind was like blow and moombahton mixed. That’s how he came up with the secret recipe for fried chicken that everyone wanted to eat like assholes. I was hanging out with Emilio Estevez on the weekend and he had great blow. He always had great blow. We always have good times out on the town me and him. You guys should come too. You know what, I’m just gonna fucking call Emilio. Forget the blow. I’m just gonna get it from him. Here take this moombahton though. GO GRAB A SHITLOAD OF MOOMBAHTON TRACKS AFTER THE JUMP CUNTS!