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Tuesday, April 5, 2016

This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness


Big K.R.I.T. moves his pawn to b4 to challenge the black bishop.


Shaliek isn't so sure why that pawn needed to be sacrificed.


Sam Smith imagines moving a pawn to c3 to challenge the bishop again would be a good move, seeing how it would be protected by the pawn on d2.


D'Angelo notices that the white's defenses, particularly the queen and king, are more open because of all the aggressive moves.



DJ Quik is glad the black bishop retreated to a5.


Emilio Rojas is glad white decided to finally castle.


Gema Corredera advances the black pawn to d3,  perhaps forcing the queen out of d1.


Group Home moves the white queen safely out of range to b3.



Pete Rock responds by bringing out the black queen to f6.


Drake and Rihanna see that the black's defenses are solid for the moment but could be broken with a few well-placed bishops.



Sam Smith believes the black king is fucked.


Yung J.R. wonders if there's a Connect Four set lying around...

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness


The worst part about eating at a diner counter with your friends is you can't talk about how to divide the bill.


Grab your dick. Point at your dick. Straddle a building upside down to simulate a dick. Dick dick dick dick dick.


If a dictator ever seized control of a country and then sat for a formal portrait done by a four year old, this is what it would look like.


Kid Cudi tries to fuck the moon but realizes it's that time of the month again.


SOMETIMES GRUNGE TYPE DARES YOU TO READ IT


Nobody at the DMVcares if you cheat on the written exam. Which is why the Horseshoe Gang are all qualified to drive 18-wheeler trucks.


If a green pimp car stalls in a forest and Project Pat tries to bribe someone to drive him home, will it make a sound?


[insert comment here once I've gained my ability to speak]

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

A Challenge Arises.


In response to a recent EADJ entry about a cart that sells bagels stored on a cock-level shelf, a snarky blog reader has challenged this reporter to actually order a bagel (specifically a cock-level one) from said cart. I reluctantly accept.

Tune in next week for a review and write-up of this high-carb waste of time.