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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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!
Excuse me there assfucks but I’m wondering if I could talk to you today about the soundclouds I found in your mom’s vagina the other day after me and her had been on a date and things had started to get a little “interesting” if you know what I mean. Oh, yes. Sorry. My name is Optimus Gerhard Prime. Your mother is the first woman I have laid with since immigrating here from Transformistan. Before I become your new father, I thought we could bond over those soundclouds. Let’s grab a ball and some gloves and throw it around and listen to some music like a family AFTER THE JUMP…