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WEEKEND PARTY TIME FUCKFEST   Leave a comment

These people are fucking partying, who are they partying to? US FUCKERS! That’s who. We demolished 751 on Saturday like your dad demolished your mom and inpregnated her with you. That’s how we roll. At points bitches were dancing on tables and shit. Do we have photos of that? No. Are we lying then? You’ll never know. Whatever, we took a bunch of shitty pics. GO GRAB SOME FUCKING TUNES AFTER THE JUMP AND CHECK CRAPPY PICS OF THE BAD TASTE JAM! BIG UP STEVE ROCK OF THE GOOD KIDS FOR HAVING US!

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SOUNDCLOUDS AS GOOD AS FUCKING GOLD!   Leave a comment

Do you love fucking gold? Do you fucking only drink Goldschlager and wear gold shoes like this?:

Sometimes music can be worth more than gold. Mostly it is not. It’s way fucking better to have more gold than music. You can say the opposite but you’re wrong. Why the fuck are there fuckers in every town with ads on TV telling you to sell you gold to them. No one makes ads for selling them fucking music. “WE BUY YOUR OLD BROKEN MUSIC! TRADE MUSIC FOR CA$H!”. That never happens. So why don’t we go and listen to very affordably priced music AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP ASSHOLES!

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YOU DON’T WEAR A T-SHIRT LIKE THIS. IT WEARS YOU.   1 comment

Ladies and gentlemen this right here is the Cadillac of t-shirts. If you grew up in the ghetto, spent your time doing all you could to be the best at basketball, got drafted to the NBA right out of high school and got offered $50 million before you turned 20 years old then this is the shirt that you wear. You don’t wear this shirt if you’re the fucking manager at Burger King not even if you’re the manager at KFC which is slightly more prestigious (face the truth Burger King). No sir. This shirt says “I made it”. Be somebody AFTER THE JUMP!…

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