This Week In Hip Hop Awfulness

This is only slightly more offensive than the actual Barbie dolls.

My desert island album: not this mixtape.

The new iPhone 8 is going to be so expensive, you're better off talking into a stack of hunnids.

Fiber. And the printed word.

I swear I think I see Luanne Platter's ass from "King of the Hill" in there somewhere.

Oh, don't remind me of that awful Mark Wahlberg "Planet of the Apes" movie.

I imagine not being able to understand a word he raps.

Okay, can we all just agree that a shot of a rapper blowing smoke isn't creative anymore? It's about as edgy and interesting as a steaming bowl of oatmeal. Yay, oatmeal.

UAG

SUBMITTED!

On my lunch break, I took the film I found in one of the cameras (from the previous blog entry) to CVS for developing.



She said the film would be ready tomorrow at noon. I left my real phone number, but in case the photos turned out to be fucking bizarro or highly illegal, I left an alias: