dwane wade, vancouver
“the adobe updater must update itself before it can check for updates. would you like to update the adobe updater now?” – adobe photoshop
courtesy of demonbaby
go see king kong. what you waiting for? it’s an apegasm of cinematic entertainment.
/evangelism.
…by the way, a google search for the word “apegasm” results in this:
Nigger Rapes/killes 88 Year Old White Woman
some choice quotes:
“WHITE MAKES RIGHT!!”
“BLACK IS WHACK!”
“WHITEY FOREVER ,NIGGER NEVER!!”
chronic-what?-les of narnia rap
Big, grammatically correct shout to Gorlando.
keep getting excited
gives us gas
holy shit so fucked (literally)
(ps – not safe for work)
this time from france (click that right arrow thing at the bottom until you get to the PS2 controller…sick)
i don’t generally slander people publicly, but i feel compelled to show you people what fellow game journalist geoff keighley decided to tell the world about himself, via his website, gameslice.com:
“Geoff Keighley can justly lay claim to the title, ‘dean of the gaming press.’ A contributing writer to Entertainment Weekly and Business 2.0, Keighley has spent the last twelve years–half his life–covering the videogame industry as a reviewer, business reporter, and television correspondent. No journalist has done more to explore and explain how this booming business actually works, and to hold it accountable for its misfires.”
geoff: could you be more of a dipshit? fuck you and the horse you rode in on.
PS – you just overtook bill o’reilly as my most hated person. congratulations.
PPS – you don’t deserve the distinction. back down to second bill, you’re back in the top spot.
uncensored (not porn)
from the december 12 issue of the new yorker: “Abdullah bin Laden, Osama’s son, today lives in Jedda and enjoys good health, according to several people who know him. In a story published in a London-based Saudi-owned newspaper in 2001, Abdullah said that he left his father’s household in the mid-nineties, when Osama was preparing to leave Sudan, where he had been living in exile, for a new adn uncertain exile in Afghanistan. Not wishing to endure such hardship any longer, Abdullah sought and received his father’s permission to return to Saudi Arabia, where he has since taken up a career in advertising and public relations.
Abdullah runs his own firm, called Fame Advertising, which has offices near a Starbucks in a two-story strip mall on Palestine Street [lol], one of Jedda’s busiest commercial thoroughfares. ‘Fame…Is Your Fame’ is the company’s slogan, according to its marketing brochures. Among the firm’s advertised specialities is “event management,” which refers to the staging of attention-grabbing corporate galas and launch parties for new products or stores. The firm makes this promise: ‘Fame Advertising events are novel, planned meticulously, and executed with efficiency.’ On the back of this brochure is printed a single word: ‘Different.'”
i think they’re connected to this dude (also fresh): build
thanks jordan. yo, what’s the other one? akone?
dug up an old pryor-related song and posted it in the music section. it’s called tape rock.
again, respect.
:: pours out more vitamin water ::
samrost is amazing? one of the best flash games ever, beautiful.
one of the best dudes ever, by far.
you’ll be missed, richard.
::pours out vitamin water::
nyc bitches: FÃœNDE RAZOR