I don’t want to get caught up with everything that happened while I was in Calgary. It’d be too much to type. Instead, here are some pictures of my goons.
The only thing Madie and I have in common is our love for Dimebag Darrell, and Flo-rida. So I guess we’re soul mates.
Bow down to the Kings and Raiders hats.
She’s nothing but class.
CJ7 reppin’.
The trip had it’s ups and downs. I’m not sure which outweighs the other. I would never go to Calgary if I didn’t know people there. Such a dead town. I was so homesick by the middle of the week. Arriving at LAX last night was such an amazing feeling. Like something I’ve never felt before. Yeah, that’s corny.
My review of Slipknot’s All Hope is Gone should be up soon, and my interview with Heltah Skeltah will be put up September 1stsoon over at Godsgirls.com. I’ll link it here.
I’m currently in the town where wild sex parties happen, where the homeless aimlessly wander the block, and the hipsters make hipsters in L.A. and Toronto look like the bums that reside here.
B-Real signs to Duck Down, debut solo album Smoke ‘N’ Mirrors comes out January 29th, 2009. The album features guest spots from Snoop Dogg, Damian Marley, Buckshot, Sean Price, and Sen Dog. Production from DJ Quik, Fred Wreck, and B-Real himself. Stay tuned for more info.
Out October 28th, 2008. Is this a mixtape, or an album? I don’t even know. What I know is Budden > Most.
And that the cover is hilarious. Almost as funny as when that guy made a fake cover of Budden’s The Growth where he was rocking that old man beard. Bonus points if you’ve seen it. Even more bonus points if you find it for me.
They love me because in Canada there is no one as awesome as I. Trust me, I’ve been to Canada. All they have there is Somalis, Asians, and Caucasians with accents. I’m going back for the second time in a few days just to make sure I’m right though. Anyway, the gal in the picture is from Canada. She burns easy. See? I’m the shit, bitch. I need toilet paper. And some air freshener, fuck a hater.
That’s Roy.
Double chin, lying sideways like a ‘mo, stunner shades and all. I’m still the shit.
Hahaha. If Fernando Vargas wants to “spit flames,” then I can “spit flames” too. I grew up watching a lot of boxing, particularly a lot of Fernando Vargas in his heyday. I witnessed his greatest victories. Then he got hurt, and we all started watching him lose. Lose badly. Lose to “club fighters.” Losing so much that I wanted to get in a few rounds. Well, I won’t need to step into the ring with Fernando. I already beat him.
That is my brother. He is wearing Fernando’s sun glasses. Thanks to my sister and her whore of a friend, I can officially say I beat Fernando Vargas. It’s not that interesting of a story. I’ll shorten it. Two girls go to a club, they get into VIP, Fernando is there, they steal his glasses, and bail.
I guess this is the equivalent of getting your chain snatched in the rap world. Or your Kufi getting popped off. I bet he’s checking his coat pockets going “Damn, daw’. Where are my glasses eh?”
Fernando, if you’re reading this.. Come get your glasses.
Belladonna, Brianna Love, Sasha Grey, and the homie Stoya!! I didn’t like the first one too much, but now it seems like there will be some gaping assholes. I’m kind of excited.
