Archive for the ‘flore’ Tag

BAAAAASSSSSSSSSS FAAAAAAAAACCCCEEEEEEE   Leave a comment

Is there a thing as too much bass? Is there a thing as too much face? Maybe. This is world with a million Nicholas Cages just running around in a cage. What does that mean? Nothing. It means mostly that we don’t know what the fuck to write right now. We complain a lot about entertaining you fucks. IT IS SO HARD TO PLEASE YOU! Let’s fucking say that this post is just gonna be for bass music (we’ve complained about this before, all music has bass) and then we’ll do a fucking moombahton post for your fucking pleasure. You would like that no? If not go read a fucking blog about feelings. If you want to have your own fun with Nick Cage’s fucking head go here. OTHERWISE GO GRAB SOME BASS AFTER THE FUCKING JUMP!:

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NO MOOMBAHTON ALLOWED   2 comments

Do you want moombahton? There is no moombahton in this post. You came to the wrong place. Turn around. Go back to where ever you came from. We can’t post moombahton all the time everyday. No. You gotta break the addiction. Walmer Convenience is not some kind of “moombah-only” blog. We have fucking horizons. We have dreams. Don’t put us in some kind of moombahton box. Boom! That’s all we fucking feel like writing so go fuck yourselves looking for laughs and shit. GO GRAB ALL NON-MOOMBAHTON SHIT AFTER THE JUMP!:

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SOUNDCLOUDS FOR KIDS!   Leave a comment

Hey bros! Do you like pogs? We don’t because we’re adults. But maybe you are a child. What are you doing here? Your parents have really dropped the ball if you are here. They’re like “We don’t fuckin’ care. Look at whatever you want. What would you like to drink? Vodka? Beer?”. You’re pretty cool kids though if that is what you are. Maybe in a few years you can be like French Fries here. Seems like just yesterday he was coming out of his mom’s vagina and now look at him: killing a crowd in Toronto in a Chinese restaurant. Good to the Mansions and the Earmilks for having him come down and play the music even though he was ill. The Dirty Frenchman got so drunk he couldn’t fucking eat until 8pm the next day. You could live that life one day kids. MUSIC AFTER THAT JUMP YOU CUNTS!…

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SDUOLCDNUOS   2 comments

Blam! What up dawgs? How are you making out in this post-Nate Doggian world? Who will be the next hook person to go? Will it be T-Pain getting hit by a train? Will Akon go in a space shuttle and it will explode? What is the percentage of guys who sing on hooks who have AIDS? The answer may surprise you. We don’t know what the answer is though. We ain’t scientists. Do we look like fucking nerds to you? MUSIC AFTER JUMP FUCKERS!

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