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NO MOOMBAHTON MONDAYS   Leave a comment

As is not the tradition on Mondays, we are gonna do an all non-moombahton post because we don’t want fuckers to think we’re some kind of all moombahton blog and just send us moombahton and nothing else because that would be sad and then we would only have that in our lives and die probably from fucking moombah overdose. IT WOULD ALL BE YOUR FAULT! You would probably go to jail and become someone’s bitch and have penis in your mouth all day long. IS THAT THE FUTURE YOU WANT? Let’s go and listen to non-moombaton AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP FUCKERS!

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MOOMBAHTON FUCKING EAR BEATDOWN   Leave a comment

Hey! Assholes! What’s up! You know what these moombahton tracks are gonna do to you? Gonna bite your fucking ear off is what. Gonna have a fucking piece of your ear missing. That will be your life. You can either deal with it or cry like a baby. An ear-less baby. Nobody wants an ear-less baby. Those get returned to the vagina in exchange for another baby. Because that how pregnancy works. Either that or a fucking bird brings your baby. Bird shit baby. Anyway. Enough about birds and babies. Let’s listen to some moombahton AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!:

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SOUNDS OF FUCKIENCE   Leave a comment

Someone constructed a rocket to go into your mom’s vagina. Many prototypes were tested. Most failed. Only the last one made it. It discovered these soundclouds. Have you heard them? LISTEN TO THEM AFTER THE JUMP!

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SOMETIMES LIFE RAPES YOUR ASSHOLE   Leave a comment

Hey all you fuckers. How’s your fucking Monday? We’re fucking depressed. The SLOWED party went great. The only thing that went wrong was THAT FUCKING TRAKTOR DECIDED TO TAKE A HUGE SHIT THAT NIGHT AND NOT WORK!. So we had to use Seraato in internal mode which is like using a pen to draw a mural so we spun like old used dead cunts and sure eventually we got the hang of it but not before our dj cred was questioned and we looked like assholes. Yeah. Whatever. Huge bigups to the Torro Torro dudes and the Le Dew It posse and Jasmine for being cool while we shat our pants all over the floor of the Crawford. We could have had a better look. Good to meet the fucking Young Lord as well. Oh well. Hopefully they have us again in the future. Anyway, there will be more time for crying. Let’s listen to the fucking music  AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP:

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