A new piece I did regarding tattoos is up on FOUR-PINS
Read, laugh, enjoy, hate, throw a pregnant chick down an elevator shaft, whatever you feel like guys
Showing posts with label skip class. Show all posts
Showing posts with label skip class. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Monday, November 5, 2012
#HARSHTAGS
I just finished this piece for FOUR-PINS where I offer my opinions on "emerging" Instagram fashion trends for men.
I am writing pretty regularly over there cause it is like an actual ass website and shit.
Read it and comment
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Prestigious Knowledge Show Is Coming (Part 2)
Released two little somethings from the world's worst podcast show that no one has ever heard of.
Check the SoundCloud page for a little preview.
PRESTIGIOUS KNOWLEDGE TEASERS
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
SDTW Shurt Feelings #3
If I was smart and less apathetic I could make this feature into its own blog then turn said blog into a book deal. Then I would sell "ad space" in the form of the shirts by the brands I made fun on some subversive marketing shit.
After that I would take all that guap and transform myself into a pretty decent little coked up name dropper that would frequent parties in both LA and NY and try to explain to my friends that Pharrell is actually really cool in real life. I mean seriously, dude is hella down to earth.
BUT....
Instead, SDTW will remain semi-unknown and a blogspot and only appreciated by a few thousand stoners and the occasional wigger.
I digress...
Back to the fucking game.
Pick a shirt and say some shit about why it gives me a headache.
You might think that only white people are going to where a shirt so turrrible, but hold that thought cause mad Donald Glover slash Nick Cannon bruhs out there will cop this shit just to confuse naive whites into thinking they are trying to be ironic with the soft tee, but with a possible criminal background history. In other words this is a shirt you would see on an audience member in a Chappelle Show re-rerun at 3 a.m.
Nothing says o.g triple o.g like a faux-distressed vintage soft hand discharge water based soy ink Public Enemy tee shirt. Public Enemy is not some timeless band that your parents played in car rides to soccer practice. P.E was a group that you would only discover from someone's older brother (not mine, my brother fucked with U2, daily). Also at $35 dollars the only power you're gonna be fighting is the utilities company when you can't pay your studio apt electricity bill because you spent almost 50 bucks to try and look like you're older than 23.
When did they have the contest for worst thing ever? If they wanted me to know about said contest they should have bought ad space on Huffington Post. You might be like "Man, why you making fun of a little kindygardeners (that's how you spell it) drawing, dawg?"
Well, first off I'm jealous of you because you don't have the displeasure of knowing who the fuck Basquiat was and secondly, this was done by an adult and shown to people high on cocaine and AIDS in the 80's and now every time some asshole wants to sound like they know some "art shit" they bring up this dude's name.
Being good at keg stands is like being good at the yo-yo. Also, it turns out that this "beer" that all the college kids are so infatuated with is readily available at this store called THEWHOLEFUCKINGWORLD. You wanna impress me? Go to Ethiopia and be a cab driver and show those mother fuckers how we drive. J/K shout out to all my non-existent Ethiopian readers imagining what the internet is.
For people too cheap to find an ironic holiday sweater, but want to pay $35 to go to an ironic sweater party? That scenario is 100% impossible to even understand. It's like DMX not on drugs. I looked to see if there was a size option that said "false" cause this shit can't be real.
Give this to someone you hate.
After that I would take all that guap and transform myself into a pretty decent little coked up name dropper that would frequent parties in both LA and NY and try to explain to my friends that Pharrell is actually really cool in real life. I mean seriously, dude is hella down to earth.
BUT....
Instead, SDTW will remain semi-unknown and a blogspot and only appreciated by a few thousand stoners and the occasional wigger.
I digress...
Back to the fucking game.
Pick a shirt and say some shit about why it gives me a headache.
You might think that only white people are going to where a shirt so turrrible, but hold that thought cause mad Donald Glover slash Nick Cannon bruhs out there will cop this shit just to confuse naive whites into thinking they are trying to be ironic with the soft tee, but with a possible criminal background history. In other words this is a shirt you would see on an audience member in a Chappelle Show re-rerun at 3 a.m.
Nothing says o.g triple o.g like a faux-distressed vintage soft hand discharge water based soy ink Public Enemy tee shirt. Public Enemy is not some timeless band that your parents played in car rides to soccer practice. P.E was a group that you would only discover from someone's older brother (not mine, my brother fucked with U2, daily). Also at $35 dollars the only power you're gonna be fighting is the utilities company when you can't pay your studio apt electricity bill because you spent almost 50 bucks to try and look like you're older than 23.
When did they have the contest for worst thing ever? If they wanted me to know about said contest they should have bought ad space on Huffington Post. You might be like "Man, why you making fun of a little kindygardeners (that's how you spell it) drawing, dawg?"
Well, first off I'm jealous of you because you don't have the displeasure of knowing who the fuck Basquiat was and secondly, this was done by an adult and shown to people high on cocaine and AIDS in the 80's and now every time some asshole wants to sound like they know some "art shit" they bring up this dude's name.
Being good at keg stands is like being good at the yo-yo. Also, it turns out that this "beer" that all the college kids are so infatuated with is readily available at this store called THEWHOLEFUCKINGWORLD. You wanna impress me? Go to Ethiopia and be a cab driver and show those mother fuckers how we drive. J/K shout out to all my non-existent Ethiopian readers imagining what the internet is.
For people too cheap to find an ironic holiday sweater, but want to pay $35 to go to an ironic sweater party? That scenario is 100% impossible to even understand. It's like DMX not on drugs. I looked to see if there was a size option that said "false" cause this shit can't be real.
Give this to someone you hate.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Contributing Writer
As if wasting my time with this blog was not enough I have been asked to waste my time for other people's blogs.
Leisure Only
Leisure Only used to be called Read Platform, but I don't really give a shit what they call it just as long as they keep doing what they do which is catering to my a.d.d stricken brain with random content ranging from How To Score With Black Chicks to 90's magazine scans.
So far I have been doing pieces for them that just allow me to rip on terrible t-shirts HERE but my man Robert over there assures me that I can write about whatever retarded shit I want.
Bookmark these limey fuckers
LEISUREONLY
And not to be out done...
STREETBONERSANDTVCARNAGE
I also somehow managed to become a contributing writer for STREETBONERS AND TV CARNAGE.
If you are unfamiliar with SBTVC it is a site started by Gavin McGinnes who basically is the dude that created Vice, Do's & Don'ts, hipsters and other things. His buddy Derrick handles the TV Carnage stuff which is mostly found vhs tape edits of forgotten gems. You combine their fuckery with a bunch of people that know how to write and you get a pretty solid site.
I have been giving them random rants about everything, but recently they posted my latest thought provoking piece about Anal Sexing
So bookmark these a-holes too!
STREETBONERSANDTVCARNAGE
P.S if you run a "prestigious" blog and want me to write for it shoot me an email and offer and I will consider it
Leisure Only
Leisure Only used to be called Read Platform, but I don't really give a shit what they call it just as long as they keep doing what they do which is catering to my a.d.d stricken brain with random content ranging from How To Score With Black Chicks to 90's magazine scans.
So far I have been doing pieces for them that just allow me to rip on terrible t-shirts HERE but my man Robert over there assures me that I can write about whatever retarded shit I want.
Bookmark these limey fuckers
LEISUREONLY
And not to be out done...
STREETBONERSANDTVCARNAGE
I also somehow managed to become a contributing writer for STREETBONERS AND TV CARNAGE.
If you are unfamiliar with SBTVC it is a site started by Gavin McGinnes who basically is the dude that created Vice, Do's & Don'ts, hipsters and other things. His buddy Derrick handles the TV Carnage stuff which is mostly found vhs tape edits of forgotten gems. You combine their fuckery with a bunch of people that know how to write and you get a pretty solid site.
I have been giving them random rants about everything, but recently they posted my latest thought provoking piece about Anal Sexing
So bookmark these a-holes too!
STREETBONERSANDTVCARNAGE
P.S if you run a "prestigious" blog and want me to write for it shoot me an email and offer and I will consider it
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