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]

Wrong.

Some agency stationery gets proven wrong. Take that, Post It pad!

The Suzemily Players, Act III?

(Editor's note: One of the regular Suzemily Players is out of town, so her understudy Emily Kane is filling in. This does not necessarily constitute Suzemily quorum. More on that later.)

This is where body text usually goes.

(pictured above, the Suzemily Players* perform a scene from American Idol)

*Up for debate