Dame ma' gasolina

Daddy Yankee is probably the greatest artist of our time. If you don't like him you're a fuckface, and here's why: Reggaeton is probably the only significant new music genre to come post year 2000. I really can't think of anything else. Some might argue that the "rap-metal fusion" movement led by such powerhouses as "Linkin Park" is also very signficant, but there's just one problem with that, and that problem is this: if you like Linkin Park, you lack a brain stem. In addition, you are undoubtedly obsessed with motocross, chewing tobacco, and hating black people. Having an afinity for Linkin Park means that God has played a cruel trick on you, which should piss you off and depress you, however, fortunately (for you), you are too dumb to be cogniscent of this fact. The world, as you know it, consists of finding the coolest 250cc racing machines known to man and thinking that girls with tongue piercings are "fucking hot."
But, as you may or may not have noticed, I have not explained why Daddy Yankee is the greatest artist of our time (although I have, I hope, explained why liking Linkin Park makes you a terrorist). The reason is quite simple: his songs are catchy, and they are all pretty much exactly the same. BUT, reggaeton still somehow mangages to persist and be wildly popular everywhere in the world (i.e. Latin America and my iTunes), a feat that most awfully repetitive music does not accomplish (with, perhaps, the exception of Crunk, but that doesn't really count, due to the fact that this is a discussion about music).
Speaking of Crunk, the one and only White Mike is flying in today from San Francisco, home of the Golden Gate Bridge, and Adell's Sausage. The evening will probably consist of moderate to black-out drinking and possibly talking to sorority girls that are clinically braindead (and coincidentally date frat guys that like Linkin Park!) Porque le encanta la gasolina!

hungover

im fucking hungover

the little green guys with their fucking hammers

8-2 is a walk in the park. it's almost fun. you get the 1-UP and you can play the rest of the level like you don't give a fuck, which is exactly what Zach did. Did I despise him for it? Maybe. Did I admire him for it? Definitely. Then you get to level 8-3 and you kind of want to shoot yourself. I cureled up into a fetal position on Barry's blue Ikea couch each time I suffered a heartbreaking loss of life a the hands of the little green guys that throw the hammers. There're like 8 of them.

Song of the Day: Flowers by Emilie Simon

Dislike of the Day: lack of cheez-its

Like of the Day: Natural light 18 pack

Dislike of the week: Natural Light 18-pack

Song of the week: anything by La Mala Rodriguez

Undecided of the day: Beer belly

Drinking Problem

I don't remember making the last 3 posts.