This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness

Squalor is the new gold penthouse. I guess it's more real, but it looks like all of them are realizing that Domino's Pizza doesn't deliver to the hood.

The prop and costume house told them they could grab a maximum of 4 items and only had 30 seconds to do it.

Probably not smarter than a fifth grader.

"Wait, I'm sure I parked on the level with the giraffe. Or was it a hippo? Hey, what happened to my shirt?!"

Goofy grins with dorky outfits are the new intense game faces with smoke billowing out of their mouths.

Heyyyy.

Great holy... perfect. Leave as is.

I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about Heckyl and Jeckyll with big booty thongs.

Accessories not included: pen and paper, microphone, talent

Decades later, this man would be wrapping his arms around Martha Stewart and loving it.

To The Guy Leaning With His Full Back On the Pole in the Subway

Hey.

Wassup man.

Look, this subway car is kind of getting crowded, and I since neither of us could find a seat, it looks like we're both in the same boat (or same subway train, to be literal LOL!).

But seriously. This train makes some pretty sharp turns and unexpected, jerky stops, so maybe if you could get that pole from between your butt cheeks, I could grab onto something to steady myself. No, not your butt cheeks- I wanted to grab the pole. Don't flatter yourself. I'm like, married.

It's really irritating that you're so lazy that you have to slump against a subway pole like that. Plus, it really leaves a poor impression on the ladies that you don't carry yourself a certain way. Who knows; maybe you're gay? Well, it still applies to impressing the fellows.

And I guess you're not an avid reader of this blog, because an old July entry from 2007 sort of covered this topic already.


But in all seriousness, fucking move.