14 posts tagged “the best thing ever”
This is the greatest outro I have ever heard in my fucking life.
The other night I was hanging out with my friend Johnny and I threw on this Tupac "California Love" remix and at the end of the song, I started listening closely to what the dude was saying and if you're anything like me you will find it highly amusing:
Just c'mon shake shake it, baby
Baby, baby, shake it
Mama, shake it, mama, shake it, mama
shawooowwwoww
Calialialialieeeeoooooboododo, Richter Scale
Talkin' 'bout an eathquake on the Richter Scale
Mamamamamamamamamooomoomoomoomoomooo
City of Compton-ian
City of Compton, where the girls shake their bootays
Shake it mama, shake it baby
Shake shake it baby, shake shake it
Computer-puter-puter-puter-puter-puter-puter-puter-puterrrrraaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-oooooooooooooooooooo!
I'm about to be a bit braggadocious, but you have to understand that he's warm and soft and sleeps on my tummy and loves me, loves me, loves me. It's hard not to write with such passion and enthusiasm as someone that makes me so explosively happy every time I see his fuzzy little face. I mean, the face is just a fucking killer. People regularly stop me and ask about him because he's such a perfect looking dog. Look at the face:
JayNotes hit me up on YouTube:
Today I was watching the ending of Sixteen Candles for a work project and my heart just about melted the second the Thompson Twins kicked in.
If you can listen to this song and not be magically swept away to a corner of your imagination where you're laying in a bed made of down feathers and being held by a handsome man with perfect teeth, then I don't want to know you.
UPDATE: This is the original as seen in my RSS:
Fairfax Bus Stop - yeah u know what I'm talkin'bout - m4w (Between 3rd & 6th & my dreams)
You were the girl waiting for the bus. The quintissential girl waiting for the bus. Killer curls, the style to go with them and the attitude to back it all up -- you dripped with all these and more just the way you stood there.
While I was soaking it all in your eyes were stuck on me, too.
Me, riding my bike (the most dangerous and incompatible thing to be ogling during...)
We wanted to smile more but like an ass I didn't slow down to indulge in the moment.
Today I was a victim of a curse of being bicycle guy -- there is no stopping, nothing I can offer then and there to sexy-waiting-for-bus girl. There's no "need a lift?" when you're on a 10-speed.
I suppose I could've offered a ride on my handlebars. And I suppose this would be an open invitation for the same.
Come sit on my handlebars. Let's go for a ride, Bus Stop Girl!
I just wanted to say that to date, my most favorite comment that anyone has ever directed toward me on any of the sites I work for was on Gawker. Someone called me Moon Unit.
That was the best.
It's... awesome...
She just looks like she's completely exhausted and overwhelmed by having to describe the Wonder bread and Kraft Singles sandwich with this magical bonus packaged deli ham she ate at Hef's assistants house. I love to see people challenged by simple things that make them weak, especially food. It's like the fattest behavior ever.
