“Some people say hip-hop is dead. We just do this to make sure.”
Reblogged here because you’re both completely self-aware, or completely not; either way, you two wholly entertaining muppets knew for certain this multi-sensory assault would make its way to solar-powered MacBook Pros everywhere. In Marin. But low and behold, the rest of us have been exposed, and like watching a snake eat a pig, we can’t turn away from the horror. The only solace we take is in knowing that a good portion of your future salaries from that gig you’ll one day garner on Myspace Hipster Jobs will go towards paying your fucked up kids’ therapy tabs once they see this and are excoriated by their fellow classmates at Bard College. For committing the pre-crime of future child abuse, definite IIM.
