****before i begin today, i wanted to give an early birthday shout-out to our very special liz burr, the boobs behind the vsb.com operation, who will be turning an unspecified age saturday the 6th. happy b-day lizzard****
you know, sometimes lost in my relentless smart-aleckness and sarcasm is the fact that there are a few things i’ve mentally and emotionally deemed snark and cynic-proof.
along side the ubiquitous rants, raves, roasts, and deez is an occasionally enthusiastic and unconditional fan ready and willing to spread the gospel of his favorite things, and, as break from my usually scheduled satirical programming, i’ve decided to share a few of these with you.
enjoy and sh*t
the nba
maybe the nfl is more popular, and maybe college hoops manufactures more synthetic enthusiasm and unpaid labor in the eyes of casual sports fans, but nothing else combines artistry, skillfulness, uber-athleticism, and planned improvisation like basketball at its highest level. i know its not for everyone, but, then again, f*ck ya’ll analog n*ggas.
breakfast food
- i need you. i’m a mess without you. i miss you so damn much. i miss being with you, i miss being near you. i miss your laugh. i miss your scent; i miss your musk. when this all gets sorted out, i think you and me should get an apartment together
women rocking glasses with angular frames
fetish (f?t’?sh, f?’t?sh)
- something, such as a material object or a nonsexual part of the body, that arouses sexual desire
- an abnormally obsessive preoccupation or attachment; a fixation.
yup. sounds about right
the rza
lets put it this way: when he calls himself “the world’s greatest mind, bob digital” i believe him
the wire
it probably wouldn’t be a stretch to call me a wire missionary. there is no limit, no boundary to my promotion of this show. at this point, i could wake up tomorrow morning and read that david simon is really nicolae carpathia, and i’d probably just shrug my shoulders and spend the next 17 minutes thinking of some obscure wire-related witticism to post as a facebook status message
chuck klosterman, bill simmons, malcolm gladwell, and bethlehem shoals
i’m so in awe of each of these writers that i’m literally afraid to attempt to articulate my stan-dom. i’d feel like ciara singing a solo tribute to mahalia jackson
the pittsburgh steelers
what? you think its an accident that i call myself “the champ”? bow down to the black and gold, b*tches, and kiss the rings…all six of them
people of vsb.com, i’m curious: who and what do you stan for?
—the champ